HE TOLD ME OF HIS LIFE
As he sat down in his rocking chair he began
With a smile, he invited me to sit and went about
His life as a child, at the beginning of a war for
On a farm in South Carolina, he lived with a father,
He went on to tell of adventures in the Summer just
Before it happened,
A big house, great times with family, working the farm
Each day was tiring.
He must have been about ninety years old now, the war
And those days long gone,
A childhood recalled, swimming in the pond with a friend
Or two, the night's moon.
He told me of this war being all around them, nothing
Would Be the same, much change,
Tears in his eyes as he described that time and place
Where brothers and family died.
He sits in his chair today, many years away from there,
He lives in that house today,
He sits in his chair on that porch where as a child he
Played, He told me of his life.
Wow, reminds me of someone from my hometown, wonderfully written
Thank you for reading.
On Mon, Jul 5, 2021 at 12:28 PM keithgarrettpoetry wrote: