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The Good Old Country Day'sIn The Good Old country Days ~*~*~* In the good old days when being out doors was fun living in the country was a good and simple life before the country kids learned city ways before a computer and games keep them inside they forgot what great fun waited just out side ~*~*~ the woods was natures play ground for the young where they could run free and a good place to hide when school was over and the day was all their own and for a while their where bouts were unknown A grape vine in the woods was natures swing it was so much fun climbing height up in a tree and swinging down to the ground on limb walking on stilts was the best fun of all and cheep too country children made their own stilts. from a forked tree limb I know I did all those things In the good old country days ~*~*~ Every one had a yo yo hanging from a finger to do trick with ever one had a slingshot it was made with pride from a forked branch and rubber from an old inter tube. Both girls and boys had one in their back pocket playing fox and dog and hide go seek with friends. Chewing rabbit tobacco with our cousin It was all good clean fun all these fun things never cost a dime I know I did all these things and had a most glorious time. in the good old country days ~*~*~ (*)(*)(*)(*) After Sunday church and a big dinner at Grandma's the grownup's would set out on the front porch in the country the front porch was a very popular place Grandma and Grandpa had their own rocking chairs. Now country folks and city folks are alike in one way they like to gossip just about ever-thing. but Mosley about all the thing's that changing they would say you know when I was young.we never had such goings on around here or If we had done something like that we wouldn't be able to set down for a week not counting all the extra work we had to do. But most of the time they would talk about the Lord and the times that were changing so fast they just knew the Lord was coming soon.and the gambler down the road who has no food for dinner who looses all and never a winner All that gossip was fun in a quite kind of way all our own I know I heard it all in the good old country days ~*~* Beautiful Sig Marvaline Whispers Of warship Poem By Clara Strickland Brinkley Acountrygirlspoems Clara's Poems All Rights reserved Vote for this poem
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