Lessons
Dan Cunningham 1901 (WI)
As a kid I could not see,
The man I would come to be,
Kicking stones and playing ball,
Hunting deer in the fall,
Time on my side too endless to see,
I thought home would always be,
In that small town where I grew up, my mom taught me what life was about, feeding the chickens and the milking cows, lessons learned preparing for now.
As a young man I left for school,
Growing my hair out in search of cool,
The ladies I chased too fast for me,
Until I caught one and took a knee;
Time on my side still endless to see,
Leaving home was not so easy for me,
In that small town where I grew up, my mom taught me what life was about, feeding the chickens and milking the cows, lessons learned preparing for now.
Once I was married and father of three,
Kicking stones and playing ball,
Smiles on young faces hunting deer in the fall,
Time with kids was now borrowed I see,
Making a home was now up to me,
In that small town where I grew up, my mom taught me what life was about, feeding the chickens and milking the cows, lessons learned preparing for now.
Now that I’m old and covered with gray,
I think back on the lessons I learned every day,
I now realize there was no better way,
Time is now short and future not easy to see,
Home will always be precious to me,
In that small town where I grew up, my mom taught me was life was about, feeding the chickens and milking the cows, lessons learned preparing for now.
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Written on July 21, 2021
Submitted by chamclan on July 22, 2021
Modified on March 05, 2023
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Quick analysis:
Scheme | aaBbaa c ddaaaa C aBbaa C eeeaa c |
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Closest metre | Iambic hexameter |
Characters | 1,405 |
Words | 279 |
Stanzas | 8 |
Stanza Lengths | 6, 1, 6, 1, 5, 1, 5, 1 |
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