The Hill

We’ve come a long way

since those days upon the hill;

My sisters Vic and Debby

And my older brother Bill.

It seems as it was yesterday

That we worked and played and fought.

We were country kids

and we didn’t have a lot.

Jobs we’re not plentiful

for my dear old Dad.

The farm would be our supply

when things for him were bad.

Mother was the farmer

she worked from dawn til dusk.

She did all the chores

that a farmer finds they must.

We children were her helpers.

We dug and hoed and fetched.

The things we learned to do

Were in our memories etched.

We wore new clothes to school

But we didn’t mess around.

We took them off and hung them up

When we came home from town.

Dad would go to the city

To get our groceries once a week.

When our driveway was too muddy,

He’d carry them across the creek.

Life at times was difficult

But there was also pleasure.

Calves, chicks, and rabbits

Were a farmer’s treasure.

Today I’m just happy

To have a little piece of ground.

I mow the grass and tend the trees

And plant flowers all around.

It's true about the treasures

That are hidden in our heart

When we're old we find them,

They did not depart.

“Train up a child in the way he should go: and when he is old, he will not depart from it.” Proverbs 22:6 KJV