I conjure memories that carry me back through time
to a farm-house now neglected
sitting in the bend of a dirt road
grey smoke curled from chimneys
twine tied bales filled the hay loft where
birds carried twigs of vine and trinkets for nests in the rafters
and salt blocks for cows sat near
fence posts capped with tin
I sigh and know it is a time and a place and a people
I cannot return to, except in spirit.
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Written for The Sunday Whirl. The words are twine, conjure, nest, carry, spirits, bend, through, curl, trinkets, neglect, caps, back, sigh.
Later, Miss Slater 
I zoned out for a minute imagining myself surrounded by farmland. I closed my eyes, and used all my senses to put myself in those shoes – in spirit. Thanks for sharing! I miss seeing the rural parts of my state (Connecticut). Continue writing!
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Thanks for you visit and comment, Prinze Charming. And for your encouragement to continue writing. 🙂
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What a lovely picture your words paint in my mind!
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Thank you, Laurie. Good to see you here.
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Sentimental. And true. I went a tad dark with my tanka 🙂
But then inspiration comes from all corners.
Safe travels.
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Thank you, Jules. I look forward to reading your tanka.
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A wonderful memory to conjure up. Sad to think of a place like this now neglected.
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It is sad, Robyn. Thanks for your visit!
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Lovely visit, so like my Aunt’s farm…no we can not go home again. But perhaps those memories are some of who we are?
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A lovely invocation of a place long gone
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Yes, it is a place long gone; just as my childhood is long gone. Thanks for leaving me a comment, Marian.
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Marian, don’t know that you will see this, but can’t comment on your blog. It needs a code and there isn’t a place for a code.
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Exactly Annell…our memories do help make us who we are. Glad you can relate to a farm. Thanks for your visit.
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The great thing about returning to such a scene in spirit, however, is that you can do it as often as you wish! 😉
Catching Sunrise, Carrying Light
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Yes you can! And the travel time is much shorter. =)
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Hi Dawn. Wonderful to see you here. 🙂
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Wonderful way to look at memories! Thanks for you comment and I look forward to reading Catching Sunrise.
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Thank you Sabra for taking me back in time to South Georgia.
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Yes! Mine was a North Georgia farm and would be like a South Georgia farm. Thanks for leaving me a comment, Dawn.
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Time stands still in memory. You paint a beautiful picture of a well loved place, Sabra. I agree with Dawn. Thank you for taking us there.
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Yes, time does stand still in our memories, Brenda. Thanks for your visit and comment.
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I love the twine of words..tight and urgent like a dream that needs to be captured..but at least we can still visit these places..
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Thank you, Jae Rose. I’ve leaned that poetry is a great way for me to capture memories. Thanks for your visit.
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All of us must have images in our minds when the past nudges us for attention and the sad memory of joyous youth recall times that never leave us.
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True, Oldegg. Thank you for stopping by. 🙂
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This sounds like a bittersweet memory. Perhaps a place like that is better remembered than lived in the present because they require a lot of work.
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Gosh, I agree. As children we didn’t have to do much work, but my folks worked all the time. Thank you for visiting and leaving me a comment.
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Sometimes we reflect of days gone by and yearned for them! It happens at times of emotional tendencies most times! Nicely Sabra!
Hank
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Thank you, Hank. I am actually trying to remember more. I appreciate your visit and comment.
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Great memory! Sounds…sounds…and smells…~ We draw the strength from memories when feel blue in the present.
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I’m learning to embrace my memories. Writing them helps. Appreciate your visit and comment.
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That is exactly how I feel about my hometown – it is no longer the place I grew up in. How much have changed through the years. Yes, all our beloved places are only pictures in our mind now.
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Thanks for visiting and leaving me a comment, Imelda. Our world is changing much too fast and I’m afraid not for the better in many ways.
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fence posts capped with tin…. somehow that touched me most… and made my mind wander of a bit to my own fence posts capped with tin… a wonderful painted picture sabra
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Thank you, Claudia. Your comment makes me smile. Glad you know fence posts capped with tin. 🙂
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Lovely imagery. Nicely done.
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Thank you, J Cosmo. I appreciate your visit.
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Sabra, I have never lived on a farm, but your images took me there. Lovely poem. Sorry, for the late visit, life is tough right now.
Pamela
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Glad my words took you there. 🙂 I hope life will ease-up for you. I always enjoy seeing you here!
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