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As a child, the author spent many summers on her grandparent's farm in rural Oklahoma. These memorable times inspired this work which received an Editor's Choice award with the International Library of Poetry.

Along a winding, gravel road
through woods of Spanish Oak
The Scissor Tails and Mockingbirds
gave song as morning broke.
Red dirt that padded my bare feet
in the front yard where I played.
The warmer breeze of summer days
gave way to evening shade.
Hand-cranked ice cream on the porch,
Cool baths in a washtub,
The snug soft bed of goose down,
embraced me like a glove.
A soft and distant hammer
of an oil well's rise and fall,
with the song of peaceful slumber,
came tomorrow's new enthrall.
Now and then I go there...
I stroll down memory lane.
Where an old iron gate and memories,
are all that now remain.