The Farm
by
Cheyenne Stowe
So many memories this place does hold.
It is worth much more than gold!
This place not my own
but the place I call my home.
There is laughter in the walls and dancing in the halls,
the pond for fishing and mud pies-
the pond for muck up to our thighs.
the play yard so much fun
the sand pancakes almost done.
Swinging on the swings makes us have wings.
The dessert of the bees and picking mint leaves-
they are all great fun and pleasure.
This place I do treasure!
With hugs and kisses plenty, and of course,
camping in our “tenty”-
so many a silly tale.
So together we squeal and wail.
Of course there are many untold things
But happiness this place still brings.
“I hope that the farm will always be a happy place for everyone.”
The Poem was written by Cheyenne Stowe (age 15) July 7, 2007. This photo was taken two years ago. Cheyenne's sitting on the swing (wearing the red shirt) with her siblings Josiah on top, Chantily in the middle, and Chalin at the bottom right.
The Stowe family and Charles in August 2007. Besides her poetic endeavors, it looks like Cheyenne's doing some knitting too.
The children's grandparents, Don and Cheryl Stowe and great-great uncle Charles by the pond that's so delightfully remembered by Cheyenne in her poem. The farm is 18 acres of flatland with a few dwellings each for people, animals and at least one barn. The pond (fed by Squirrel Creek) is surrounded by huge oak trees.
