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Banjo Picking


Banjo picking on the front porch
 I smile at you this way.
I love to hear you pick away
 while I am sitting near.
You have no way of knowing
 the way you make me feel.
You bring a song into my heart
 that comes out in a smile.
You bring back memories
 of when I was young.
Listening to the radio
 while mommy cooked on the
old wood stove.
Times were hard, or so they said
 But you never would have known by
Look on Mommy's face.
Busy all day long she was
 washing clothes and such.
To make a home for all us kids
 and that is what she did.
Oh to go back for just one day
 to see her and remember when.
Our lives today would not seem so bad
 if we could just return to then.

                     2/23/08
                     Judy Lindsey




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