
The plusses in my memory!
When I am editing my memories this
child reemerged
life at that time was not mechanical
Hard to toil, men age faster
After so many years, here's income
The garden of my childhood I recognized
trees in his heart, they are asleep
Yet not so long ago that I left
In the silence of my longing for community
I hear echoing bells Village
My vision hatch paths of time spent
From Dream in reality, the story of my life
Traditionally men in the fields
With sickle cut hay
The plusses to rake the grass
In the cart took the mare
In the carefully arranged Enhaut
A restful place to sleep for mice
And the cat in the house waiting in a corner
In silence the tantalizing feast, the little gray mouse
it's good my sweet memories
Or men had values
working hard in the heat
From my window, tears shed, but I'm not sad.
text written by the passenger of the arts (José Tilliet)
26.09.2010 The
A (Enhaut) is a hayloft. Often it hovered just above the barn, he was at home over the house and another in the course, just above the woodshed.
A (plusses) is a wooden rake. In my area there used to rake the hay cut, for storage and put into stacks.
On the photo there is a plague, my father sense was used to beat the dry beans (bark) beans in a burlap bag on the dirt.
I wish you all a good week! Kisses! Thank you for your visit and your nice coms!
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