Barefoot Girls
Sweet Memories
These are memories of my country childhood where my siblings and I grew up.It was a quiet country village where children could wander without fear..
Image Credit - my own picture that I myself snapped.
On pleasent foggy misty days
my spirit wanders far away
to lovely moments lost in time
a spring below a misty hill
where sweet shrubs bloomed in early spring
and roses wild of palest pink
more fragile than the sofest silk
Barefoot girls walked freely there
scared of niether man or beast
we wandered through the hills and fields
to gather wood to cook our meals
we picked black berries from the briar
for mama to cook her cobbler pies
We picked up nuts on graveyard hill
where mossy graves lay long untouched
yes times were hard and very lean
I would not live that time again
and yet my heart turns back with love
to sunny days and barefoot girls
and mama at the kitchen door
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