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AUNT PATRICIA'S FARM
AUNT PATRICIA'S FARM
She had cows, chickens, hen, roosters,
goats sheep pigs, horses,
and more.
She had too many to name.
When I think of all o them,. I go insane.
I liked, with all the animals, making friends.
Her land seemed to never end.
Her farm I loved to explore.
There were many fields and trees.
She showed me all the different crops she did grow.
Them, I really got to know.
Me see, it did really please.
She gave me a tour.
She had a big, red, barn.
I could not wait to go inside.
This boy could not hide his joy.
I opened the door.
Me, see, had never been in
a barn before.
This poem which, from your
This poem which, from your notes designate as fictive, reminded me of my paternal grandparents' rural residence where I spent some of the most happy moments of my childhood. My grandparents had spent their own childhoods on family farms; and, though they did not farm themselves, their property, which was still rural, northward of one of our county's most senior villages (it had been settled before just after the separation from England). They kept no animals, but the property was still so farmlike in its appearance.
Your poem also reminded me of James Whitcomb Riley's poem, "Out To Old Aunt Mary's," although your poem is more compact, and less verbose, than his.
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