My Garden Of GoldA Poem by Cherrie Palmertrying to let go
Previous Version This is a previous version of My Garden Of Gold. Childhood memories filled with life, of summers fishing and catching toads, gigging frogs near our swimming hole. Bailing hay and stacking it high, digging ginseng on the north-east slope. While picking gooseberries for the perfect pie.
All of this on my grandparent’s farm is not but a memory of days long gone. Now the only reason I cross that path is for heavy memories filled with death as my family plot steadily grows and becomes my garden filled with gold. © 2011 Cherrie PalmerFeatured Review
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4 Reviews Added on April 16, 2011 Last Updated on April 18, 2011 Tags: poem_family_death_family farm Previous Versions AuthorCherrie PalmerSpringfield , MOAboutI am a published poet and love poetry. After a lifetime of country living, I'm making a move back to town. I find my surroundings a great inspiration to me. I also have two books on Amazon Kindle: .. more..Writing
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