Originally Written in 2009 while sending time in Bourbon Indiana on my Grandparents Farm. We enjoyed many walks down to the pond and dressing up in cattails and corn leaves sparked my imagination.
Her skirts are bound with borrowed twine,
Its folds of corn-leaf silk.
Braided reeds with clover, wheat,
Above a face as sweet as milk.
Her cheeks glow pink, her feet are bare.
Eyes a-twinkle in the light.
Heals they stain a healthy green
As they dance with all their might.
She is friends with the old elm tree;
Names the drying cornstalks.
Talks with people and things unseen…
But only till it’s six O’clock!
Then it’s off with her corn-leaf skirts,
Goodbye to pond and field.
For mother will be calling soon,
The table spread. It’s time to eat.
Bath with a story,
Sleep with sweet dreams.
Rest until tomorrow,
A day filled with many new things.
©2022 Mary Grace van der Kroef
I love this Mary Grace! Excellently written!
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Thank you. I was looking for pictures from the day I wrote it. Sadly I couldn’t find any. Was a fun day.
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I hate that… it’s sentimental to you. But you tell the memory of it really well! And I can only imagine what it was like.
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My sisters are probably grateful. I can’t embarras them with photos. 🤣. Anyway, thanks for reading John.
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