There’s a sadness in the loss of old traditions, to the bullying ways of modernisation…
And really, the word ‘modernisation’
Sounds descriptively bland
Compared to that trusty word ‘tradition’
My mother grew up on a dairy farm in Pennsylvania and entertained her children with tales of life on the farm. I visited the farm with her once as an adult. I am glad I made the trip to share those memories with her. Thank you for your lovely poem. I can tell how much you loved and admired your father. All the best!
Cheryl
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There’s a sadness in the loss of old traditions, to the bullying ways of modernisation…
And really, the word ‘modernisation’
Sounds descriptively bland
Compared to that trusty word ‘tradition’
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That title makes me think of the Tim McGraw song!
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My mother grew up on a dairy farm in Pennsylvania and entertained her children with tales of life on the farm. I visited the farm with her once as an adult. I am glad I made the trip to share those memories with her. Thank you for your lovely poem. I can tell how much you loved and admired your father. All the best!
Cheryl
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Thank you for stopping by
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