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Yard Work

Submitted by Lavender on Mon, 2023-03-13 13:29

My father pushed us in
the wheelbarrow like a cargo
of tree limbs and rocks

around the house
toward the back of the yard
beyond the garden

and behind the bushes where
with sweat and precision, dumped us over
into this memory of my childhood

Style / type:

Free verse

Review Request (Intensity):

I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing stage:

Editing - rough draft

Content level:

Not Explicit Content

Comments

Jackweb

Mon, 2023-03-13 14:49

Memories

A reminiscent of childhood days. I too, was raised in rural community, lived on farms. Childhood is the most fun and memorable in anyone's life. It is the first stage of life which we enjoy in whatever way, besides, this is the time that shapes up the future. The parents love and care for their children and to the children to the same too.

Your piece has rewound the past; imaginatively I could see my dad doing the same to me.

A nostalgic piece!
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"By virtue of creativity, my literary genre is poetry".

~Jackweb

Lavender

Mon, 2023-03-13 16:55

Hello, Jackweb,

Thank you so much for reading! I'm glad it brought back positive thoughts of your childhood.
L

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RoseBlack

Mon, 2023-03-13 16:56

Sweet memories

Made me think of my father teaching me to mow the lawn, much to my mother's dismay. I wound up cutting grass for a neighbor for several summers to earn enough money to buy my own school clothes, since I didn't like what my mother chose. That seemed so important then and now, it is the time spent with my dad and learning from him.

~RoseBlack~

Lavender

Tue, 2023-03-14 09:52

Hello, Carrie,

It sounds like your memories with your father are precious. Time together is very important. Not sure what made me relive this memory - the poem is actually pretty old, but I felt the need to unwrap it again.
Thank you for reading!
L

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RoseBlack

Tue, 2023-03-14 10:58

Those memories

Sure are precious! Thank you for unwrapping yours and sharing. There are so many difficult childhood memories it is great to hear the wonderful ones.

~RoseBlack~

Rosewood Apothecary

Tue, 2023-03-14 06:00

Aww

This is just great and I’ve experienced this exact thing. I love how at the end you being dumped into the memory. It lends to the poem an ethereal quality that haze the picturesque beauty of memories and dreams.

Love it,
Tim

Lavender

Tue, 2023-03-14 09:57

Hello, Tim,

The wheelbarrow ride automatically came with yard work. Back then, most people did not sod their yards. They dug and nurtured the ground, removing rocks and debris, and then planted seed. It took years, actually. But my father was very dedicated and loved working outdoors. I am so glad you had similar experiences! Makes me happy.
Thanks for reading!
L

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Rosewood Apothecary

Wed, 2023-03-15 09:44