The Homeplace

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Owl photo, copyright 2013 by Dianne

Owl photo, copyright 2013 by Dianne



The Home Place

Clear water drifts through swimmin’ holes,
across flat rocks and over roots,
around un-cut cane, fishing poles
where, at night, a barn owl hoots.

Pale moons still shine
above the meadow wonderland
where our heifer, Clementine, gave birth
to a calf too weak to stand.

By kerosene lantern’s yellow light,
my sis and I encouraged the calf to eat.
We braved the fear of dark midnight
to help him stand on his wobbly feet.

Moss grows now where choppin’ blocks stood,
under the shade of a black jack tree
where Daddy split the kindlin’ wood
and handed the pine-scented chips to me

to carry to the apple crate
behind the stove in our front room.
The paling fence, its fallin’-down gate
are memories . . . Plum trees still bloom,

perfumin’ bud-fresh mountain air
around our house of weathered boards.
In the garden Mama gathered with care
speckled bird egg beans and dipper gourds.

I would do again the things I’ve done—
feed white leghorns from a brown toe sack,
walk barefoot in the April sun
but there’s no way I can go back.

I’ll cling to memories like the skin on a peach
and trust that time will not erase
the sound of the baby barn owl’s screech
near the swimmin’ hole at my old home place.

© Freeda Baker Nichols

© 2015 photos, Baker Nichols

4 comments on “The Homeplace

  1. vrpruett says:

    Well hello nice pictures 🙂


  2. So many beautiful memories carried in the heart! I love all of the bird houses.


  3. Catherine Johnson says:

    Lovely memories and poem, Freeda.

    Liked by 1 person

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