21/31 Slice - Poetry Friday, too! There are still many people writing for the March Challenge at Two Writing Teachers - go visit!
PLUS! It's Poetry Friday and Julie Larios of The Drift Record is hosting today. Thanks Julie!
I grew up visiting relatives on farms--one set of grandparents, an aunt and uncle. Good memories live from that time. During this Slice of Life Challenge, I have started to find and read regularly Holly Mueller's posts at Reading, Teaching, Learning. She has been recording some memories of growing up on a farm, and I've enjoyed them. Yesterday she wrote about rising in the dark with her dad in the cold, cold winters and helping to milk the cows, breaking the ice in the buckets.
All of us have been yearning for spring and warmer temperatures, yet Holly talks about loving the cold and the snow, yes, even after this past particularly hard winter. Because of her writing yesterday, I remember rising with my own grandfather, in the dark, so we could go milk the cows. I didn't do it every morning, but this was my two-week summer visit, and I had begged to go. He woke me, gave me a biscuit with jam, and a warm, milk-drenched cup of tea. Out we went, and that might make another story.
Today, while looking for a poem to share, I found this poem from Joyce Sutphen, and connected to this early morning memory once again. I knew this would be the poem to share.
My father taught me how to eat breakfast
those mornings when it was my turn to help
him milk the cows. I loved rising up from
the darkness and coming quietly down
the stairs while the others were still sleeping.
the rest is here.
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I also have entered the craziness of the March Madness Poetry Competition. Voting is still open if you'd like to read some wonderful poems and vote. Ed DiCaria has spent a lot of time spreading the joy of poetry. Many Poetry Friday bloggers and some Slicers are in on the this fast action, including my competition, Heidi Mordhorst. How could I be so unlucky! You'll love the poems, very creative. (BYW- my word is 'slurred')