Love to visit the Mennonite country in Lancaster pa and see the kids playing outside in the school yard, All look so happy and free.

Muskrat love, that's what all the Lutheran girls really wanted. Hayrides were the best. Patrick

you take me there Dayvid...
our beautiful memories growing
and I must say making hay is a prosperous bounty
in the clover field or on the canvas of lovers
which I am sure you still make hay :)

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Vickie

i love this! What a lovely rememberence of your childhood

I know those Mennonite Kids must have some beautiful memories of the security and warmth of home as well as the hurtful ones of the cruelty of the outside world.

For just a moment we all became Mennonite Kids...

Cheers,
Dan

This gives such warm feeling, Dayvid.

Excellent, Dayvid.

Oooooh , I think theres more to this story... Probably much the same as with most of our childhoods. Interesting write Dayvid. Dwell on! Thanks Dick

Well crafted reflection of the years gone by.

Namaste

Yes, times have definitely changed. The simple life is gone. I was just thinking about this the other day. I'm a bit younger; but I was basically a young kid in the 70s. We used to just disappear into the day on our bikes, ride off into the woods, jump off bridges into rivers, etc. No cell phones, no video games, no Internet, Facebook, MySpace, Twitter, texting, etc. Lit off firecrackers and shot BB guns with no SWAT teams or DHS pitching up to arrest us. I can't imagine letting my kids out like that these days. Somehow, we came out of it all okay. Enjoyed this piece immensely. Take care.

I wasn't raised a mennonite kid. My parents took me to a Church of God. Not much different really. I'm like you. My childhood was nothing to gripe about even if I may have thought so once in a while.
This poem gets an A+
God bless,
Lew

Warm and tender poem, and I can just see you all half pint and so cute Dayvid!
Christine