Memory Lane

by Dwight Roth 

Down memory lane there are stories to tell

Of cows to milk and hay to bale

Chickens to feed and eggs to gather

Hills to climb and in hot summer weather

Staying with Grandma till school would start

Learning to quilt was really an art

The old porch swing with its long squeaky chains

Playing hide and seek and kick the can

Catching lightening bugs blinking in flight

With cousins and friends on warm summer nights

Of walking to church on Easter Sunday mornings

Where Grandpa would preach and give us warnings

Singing songs from the hymnal the words never grow old

Sitting on hard benches and doing as we were told

So many of those folks now rest on the hill

With gravestone markers in cold winter’s chill

Their memory lives on with those who are left

Great memories to keep those stories are the best

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Painting of the Debolt Farm: Dwight L. Roth

Dwight Roth grew up in Southwestern Pennsylvania. He taught elementary school in Eastern North Carolina before retiring after 29 years. Now he lives with his wife Ruth, near Monroe, NC, and spends his time painting and writing. He has self-published several books that are found on Amazon Kindle. He is also published in past Old Mountain Press Anthologies. A book of poems called Ebb and Flow and a children’s book on Alzheimer’s called Grandpa Has Holes in His Head are his latest creations. Ebb and Flow is only available in hard copy from the author at dwru27@aol.com