How much simpler
life was along dirt roads
beside fields of flowers,
Dad's cows in the pasture,
growing up with warm milk
on oatmeal in the morning;
not knowing what fear was.
By Kay Dondero with Lauren McBride
Poet's Notes: Today's kids grow up in a fast-paced world bombarded with electronic entertainment. I wonder sometimes if they could slow down long enough to enjoy "watching the grass grow." My aunt, Kay Dondero, remembers a simpler time and wrote the inspiration for this poem nearly word for word in an email she shared with me recently.
This reached in and touched my heart today.
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