I Remember - I Remember

I remember...I remember,
In the days of long ago.
Our house still lay in slumber,
When the cock began to crow.

The clankety-clank of milk-pails,
As the chores was getting done.
Sweet bird-song in the meadow,
With the rising of the sun.

When smoke rose from the chimney,
In a lazy sort of way.
And ma tied on her apron,
To begin a busy day.

O Yes...I do remember,
The whiney...by the door.
And the cackle in the hen-house,
That we seldom hear no more.

There is a sadness in my heart,
When kids miss country sights.
When they are captive animals,
Confined to brighter lights.

They never see...Old Bossy,
In the pasture by the ridge.
To them..milk comes from cartons,
And eggs come from the fridge.


E.P. 1908 - 1989

Italics added, it sounds like an ipad to me.

"...captive animals, confined to brighter lights."