Poetry Friday--Grandma's Place

This poem was written about my grandparent's farm by my oldest cousin.  Perfect for my 'Voice of a Grandma' blog!  Enjoy!  (Thanks, Gene!)

Grandma's Place

I remember the first visit there,

Excited as a child could be.

Fresh cut clover was in the air,

And new adventures and places to see.

Each morning I would awake,

Hearing the sound of birds as they sing,

And smell the fresh air like a spring fed lake.

Everything was so crisp and each sound like a bell would ring.

The days moved quickly, each and every one,

Savoring each and every moment,

Remembering the good times and all the fun.

Those days I spent each summer, the days so warm,

Will be remembered for a life time, and then some.

Oh how I looked forward to the time on the farm,

For it was grandma's place that all this was done.

What memories I have of the days gone by,

Of all those summers I spent there under the sun.