Tuesday, October 31, 2017

Revisit

In the gap of Shewbird Mountain,
I revisit the old home place.
Perhaps it is the taste
of churned buttermilk, the smell
of cornbread baking in Grandma's
Dutch oven over the fireplace,
maybe the memory of sorghum syrup
Grandpa made each fall from cane.


I remember my childhood:
Harold pulling Rover and me
in a red wagon, swimming
with cousins in Hyatt Mill Creek.
Bantam chickens cackled and scratched
hieroglyphics in the barnyard.
The goat ate clothes off the line,
Mama shooed him with her apron.


Revisiting the space, I steal
a moment on the front porch:
whippoorwills whistling, catching
lightning bugs in a Mason jar.
I can still hear Grandma
calling us to supper as clouds unfurled
across the Matheson Cove like
mums twirling their skirts.
                 --Brenda Kay Ledford


This poem appeared in "The Sunlight Press"
                                       September 26, 2017
http://www.thesunlightpress.com/revisit



9 comments:

Elaine/Muddling Through said...

I absolutely love this, Brenda! Reminds me of so many precious things from my childhood and my grandparents' farm. You just say it better!

Mildred said...

This is a precious poem and brings back sweet memories for me, as well. Just last week I purchased sorghum syrup.

Karen said...

This is a lovely picture of the kind of childhood I remember! Thank you for sharing your wonderful talent. My sister Mildred recommended your post to me today!

magnoliasntea said...

Love the way you tell a story so beautifully through prose. I can just see it all from your descriptions. Happy Fall!

Ruth Hiebert said...

Oh the memories we have of days gone by.

Donna Volkenannt said...

Lovely poem, very evocative and descriptive.

lil red hen said...

I always enjoy your poetry with all the memories it stirs up. The mums are beautiful!

Janet, said...

Love your poem, Brenda! Reminds me of when I was young.

Eggs In My Pocket said...

What a lovely poem and the images it made for me! Those sweet days that were unhurried and loved!
Wishing you a blessed and happy Thanksgiving!

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