Memories of the Farm


Memories of the Farm
	Memories of the Farm Preface As mentioned elsewhere on this site, the farm of my youth still holds my very best memories. I will be pining for its pasture, orchard, treehouse and achers of strawberry fields till I perish from this plane. My last thoughts will be of the view from the hilltop... of that massive sugar-mound that was Mount Hood. I'm tearing up, even as I write this, so strongly I miss that little patch of Oregon I wish I could call my own. Green Memory and Past Perfect are the copyrighted intellectual property of Stefanie Rathbone All rights reserved	Page 1 Green Memory Oh, Endless Day A place where the sun stays at the crown of the heavenly cloud-smattered dome And the clouds pass over the dandelions in shapes that then Seemed so clearly distinguishable Oh, endless green pastures And strawberry fields forever Oh, endless June. If I could but show you My green memory The endless youth on the ceiling of my memory If I could but take you to the orchard where the children danced in goulashes Would you laugh? Take my hand and run shouting down the hill Swing on the tire and pretend to fly From the branches of my Green memory. Sit with me and dream of endless summers out Where the traffic dissolves to nothing But the birds and the bees and the crickets And the trickle of a creek Would you cry? If I showed you the blue edges The parts burnt down Viewed from a tree fort vantage point Scraps of ashy photos and tin cans Blown into the bramble of blackberry bushes. (continued on next page)