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DAYS OF YORE
Contributed by
robert_edgar_burns
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Thursday, 17th November 2011 @ 01:35:49 PM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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Two hours before the sun came up,
I’d be busy with my chores.
And I knew that later after school,
There would be so many more.
The work at times was very hard,
Fixing fence or pitching hay.
And I even pulled a plow or two,
Until the daylight burned away.
My muscles often were very sore,
Though my arms were like pure steel.
But numbness settled in at times,
So the pain I could not feel.
And then an uncle I never knew,
Said you must report today.
I was freed from those awful chores,
But sent so far away.
Now I look back on those bygone days,
And remembered those sweaty chores.
Those really were what I’d call now,
My good old days of yore!
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Re: DAYS OF YORE
(User Rating: 1 ) by rick2 on
Thursday, 17th November 2011 @ 04:25:05 PM AEST (User
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Yeah, that same uncle got me in the 70's. Nice story. Good write |
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