In the shadows of the Blue Ridge
Where time drifted at its own pace –
A young lad playing in fields of sage
Before I knew about the rat race!
Everything was done with purpose!
We knew when to plant and harvest –
In summer we prepared for winter,
Then at night fall we would rest!
Prayer was said at every meal . . .
And at school we honored the flag –
A simple life that had purpose,
And a childhood game called tag!
In the shadows of the Blue Ridge –
Life growing up without a fridge!
Thomas Theophilus© August 31, 2024
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