Farm Life Memories

Mural and Poem by Abe V Rotor

Rain and river meet where my life began;
A farm life to the old and the young;
The school, the woods, the field - all one,
Shielded from the other world beyond.

Ah, childhood is when nobody misses
Endless thrills as the sun rises,
Watching the herons stake the fishes,
Slingshot for simple prizes.

Stillness reigns around a kingfisher,
Reading rain from a dragonfly;
A birdsong, a nest owned by its finder -
Sweet early lessons to live by.

Conflict is solved in kites and fishing poles,
Hide-and-seek and barefoot races;
Faith in the seasons the sky extols -
Virtues that friendship embraces.

Peals of thunder break the afternoon,
Sending the fowls to their tree;
The boys catch the raindrops, and soon,
Across the field, dash home aglee.

Summer is short,rainy days are long,
Indeed a passing imagery,
For the young can't wait and all along
The years gone but sweet memory.

When and where in crisis and retreat,
At another place and time;
One rises where rain and river meet
Where the sun shines on the clime.

Freud and Jung long foretold, we know,
The seed that was and how it grew,
Like a man the child of years ago
In some log cabin - it's true.

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