Slower Days….


The old Cabin door
reminded me
of slower days….
a time of sowing
and reaping…
when a home
was simply
a place to eat..
a place to sleep..
a shelter from
the rain and snow…
when a  house  was built
by trees in the way
of homes & barns
garden plots
and chicken coops…
Where tiny nuts
grew on the trees
left for shade..
& A faint smell
of jelly’s & jams
seemed to fill
the emptiness
as blackberries ripened
in a summer’s sun
near the back door….

Connetta Jean…

~ by connetta on July 1, 2009.

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