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Re: SAm

Thankyou dear, I am just copying it off  as a memory. Of course these are real old folk that I knew as a boy when I left school at 14 to help my father on a travelling shop. 🌺

posted by C_C_T on March 14, 2026 at 11:33 AM | link to this | reply

Re: Sherri

Of course, it was more active then Kabu had not long from Australia, sadly, stories are a job to follow when it's dibs and dabs. 🦋

posted by C_C_T on March 14, 2026 at 11:29 AM | link to this | reply

Re: FS

Yes I remember you were there. Keep smiling

posted by C_C_T on March 14, 2026 at 11:24 AM | link to this | reply

Re: Bearcat Mike

Thankyou Sir. of course I have been there and knew the characters.

posted by C_C_T on March 14, 2026 at 11:22 AM | link to this | reply

I totally enjoyed the trip to the farm. You walk us through the smells, colors, and atmosphere of that meal. And not to mention the characters' original accents. This adds to the authenticity of the piece. Including the weather and its effect on the characters. I felt like I was a neighbor visiting with a chair sitting by the characters. Excellent, powerful post. Thanks for sharing.

posted by BearcatMike on March 14, 2026 at 5:57 AM | link to this | reply

Life on the farm has a lot of interesting moments. That's for sure...When you published the poem, I would have been 23 or 24 depending on the timing.

posted by FormerStudentIntern on March 13, 2026 at 9:55 AM | link to this | reply

This was an enjoyable mini story to read. I felt like I was there in that dim room with them, watching as she prepared their meaty dinner. The after-dinner baccy put a lump in my throat, but whatever works for her. 

posted by Sherri_G on March 12, 2026 at 5:29 PM | link to this | reply

And here we are, years later and it's as brilliantly told as it was in 2009! There are different times in the poem when it feels like a narrator is speaking to me and other times when I feel like I'm across the table sipping tea and listening to a great friend tell about his experiences of days gone by. I took great delight in this poem! 

posted by sam444 on March 12, 2026 at 3:39 PM | link to this | reply