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Date Posted: 03:19:31 02/25/01 Sun
Author: Anna
Subject: Meadow Avenue

Meadow Avenue

A small child visiting grandparents,
many miles from home.
Fond memories of youth,
rolling down green hills,
picking strawberries, and
catching lightning bugs.

Spotting deer grazing the hillsides.
The night darker than black,
so many stars they nearly touched.
Crickets overwhelmed the night.
A different world than home.
No houses near. Only tree's,
mountains, and cricks,
seen nature everywhere.

An adventure in the mountains
once losing my way,
trees alike, scenery the same,
a water tower, unfamiliar.
Unaware of my distance.
Cautious of poisonous snakes.
Find my way back, a familiar barn I see,
smell the scent of cinnamon rolls,
finally back home to grandma's.

Memories of her baking,
cooking, always canning everything.
Loved the way she hung
clothes on the line, she'd wabble
when carrying the laundry.
A ringer washer she still uses.

Grandfathers sat in his rocker by the door,
ready to great you when you came.
A spit can beside his chair.
Remember him rubbing his hand down
my face. Always gave me candy.
The best stories he would tell.
Came home from work, didn't recognize
him, black from coal mines.

His job to keep the furnace lit.
He always wore a flannel shirt
with a white T-shirt under it.
He was hunter and fisherman.
Shot guns always stood in the corner.
Before he built the addition on,
nature called outside.

Animals in the barn,
and chickens in the coupe.
Watched the death of many,
grandfather held the ax,
grandma held the chicken,
around the yard they'd run.
Like chickens with their heads cut off.
Didn't eat any for dinner that night,
only vegetables on my plate.

Grandfather no longer with us
but still holds a piece of my heart.
Grandma doesn't get around too good
anymore, eyesight is getting bad.
I miss her, and hope to see her soon.

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