There in the distance, stands the old farmhouse,
the home my daddy helped to build;
sitting gracefully under God's blue sky,
among the bluebells, way out in the fields,
It was a time of love and laughter
a time of being young and free.
A time of running throught the bluebells;
Oh! What joy it brought to me.
As daddy worked in the heat of the day,
and momma hung the quilts out to dry
I'd lay out in the bluebell's flowers
at peace, while fluffy clouds rolled by.
Momma would call at 11:00 sharp,
"It's time to come and eat"
Then dad would pump some water for me
and we'd go in and have a seat.
The food was all spread out upon the table
that was covered in a cloth of lace
but it wasn't time to eat just yet,
my daddy hadn't said grace.
We would bow our heads as he thanked the Lord,
for the blessings from his hand
and mom in agreement, would say "Amen"
and thank him for this beautiful land.
I'd head outside when I was finished,
once more to frolic in the open field,
I loved this place with all my heart,
so many memories it did yeild.
Dancng fields of pretty bluebell's
still stand there yet today.
Arrayed in all their finest beauty;
God's wondrous creation on display.
Written by Barbara Henson
8-7-2001
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