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POEM: Growing up on the farm

During the depression

When I went out to play, I didn't wear shoes

Because the money we had was spent on food.

My mother made all of my dresses

except when we went to school,

and that was the rule.

We prized the ones that were brought to the store,

but we liked the ones mom made even more.

When we walked to school we dressed real warm

because we didn't have a car, and it wasn't too far.

We bundled up with coats and scarves and a hat on our head,

and when we got there, our faces were red!

When I got there, I sat by the pot-bellied stove

until I warmed my feet,

and then I went back to my seat.

Sometimes, mother would bring hot food to eat,

and it pleased us a bunch.

We could hardly wait for lunch!

When we went up to bed, the only heat we had

was from the register in the floor,

and I wished there was more.

I put a hot water bottle on my feet

and put my head under the sheet.

Growing up on the farm made me fit,

and I loved every bit

except when I was bad,

and got paddled by my dad!

LORENA ROBINSON resides in La Salle.

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