NaBloPoMo# 23 Moss and Memories

Moss and Memories

Clear water drifts through swimming holes,
across flat rocks, down waterfalls,
through canebrakes full of fishing poles
where owls are practicing their calls.
The milky way and moon still shine
above a field of weeds and thorn,
the place our heifer, Clementine,
delivered a small calf one morn.

Clementine

Clementine

By coal-oil lantern’s golden light,
I braced the calf’s unsteady feet,
in shadows deep and late at night,
so that the calf could stand and eat.
Moss grows now where choppin’ block stood
in shade of leafy black jack tree.
When Daddy split the kindling wood,
he handed small pine chips to me
to place inside an apple crate,
behind the stove in our front room.
The paling fence and broken gate
still stand and pink azaleas bloom.
I love the smog-free mountain air
around our house of weathered boards.
Each spring,  Mama planted with care
speckled beans and big, dipper gourds.

© 2013 Freeda Baker Nichols

8 comments on “NaBloPoMo# 23 Moss and Memories

  1. dotlatjohn says:

    Nostalgic! I can almost see you and your Pappa there.

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  2. Ginger Kemp Pruett says:

    How lucky you were to live in the country, have farm animals and so many memories of the things your family saw and did together. Clementine was a fine looking cow.

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  3. Catherine Johnson says:

    This is a great story and I love how interesting the vocab is. Something I need to work on.

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