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It has been many years that
have past,
When we would go the
watermelon patch.
Grandpa would point
them all out,
So we'd get the ripe ones
without a doubt.
Lazy
days of summer's end,
With school days
just around the bend.
In the watermelon
patch we could forget,
Summer's ending
and that dreadful threat!
Remember how 'ol Blue would
always act up?
Loved the melons from
the time he was a pup.
If he could've
figured out a way to open them,
Grandpa
wouldn't have thought he was such a
gem!
I'd love to go back
to those days of old,
When to the
watermelon patch we would go,
To be
there as the sun rose in the sky,
And
pick the melons before the dew was
dry.
Memories this old
mind won't forget,
Of sweet days when
we knew no threats.
Yes, life was
simple back in those days,
And people
had such simple ways.
The melon patch stands out in
memories sweet,
As we awoke those days
to greet,
The sweet aroma of fresh mown
hay,
In the field next to where
Grandpa's melons lay.
I
loved when we got his truck bed
full,
And the last melon had been
pulled.
Off to the market we would go,
And he'd barter as his melons he did
show.
It was always fun
to hear them barter,
Of the two Grandpa
was the smarter.
Always got his asking
price,
And gave the storekeeper a sweet
invite.
Just come to church to hear
preacher Mac,
Who always kept us on the
right track.
A watermelon feast we
would have too,
After church was all
through.
Closing out
those summer days,
With such fun we did
play.
Not worrying about what was
around the bend,
As school days we
faced once
again...
Melva
8~20~05
Scripture From Proverbs 17
A merry
heart doeth good like a medicine
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