From Country Living
Four sisters with loud squabbles and fun games.
And taxidermy: two squirrels and one deer,
yes, Blacky, Reddy, Whitey were their names.
Wild game and garden veggies through
the year.
In winter, sledded out back on steep hills.
In spring we biked and wished for summertime.
We’d splash in creeks. On stilts we’d take our spills.
In fall, we liked red maple trees to climb.
And most our relatives lived by us there.
A mile from town where everyone is known.
In August, they held an annual fair.
But we all moved so far away when grown.
And though that country time is in the past.
It left something in my heart that will last.
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