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Voices of Yesteryear

an excerpt from an earlier writing

The memories of our youth are a place of gardens & sweat, Mama's cooking and dinner on the grounds,

Stories and yarns around the old shop as we shared a chew with our best friend, Daddy.

Fishing, quail, bees, harvest and hawg killin',

The sound of an approaching train.

Yes, we have lived life; work and play went together.

There has been pain & suffering, but joy was greater.

As time has passed, we see the saints move on.

Our bodies speak a different language than before; we are old men now.

Our days are numbered, but still room for living!

Timothy 4:7

"I have fought the good fight,

I have finished the race, and I have kept the faith."

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