Spending time at our place in the country
Is a treat for the whole family
We work all year for the privilege
Of being lazy and totally carefree



Seems we never get tired of going there
Leaving the cares of the city behind
We have no modern conveniences
It's like we all traveled backward in time



There's a cold water pump in the kitchen
The bathroom's ten yards down the path
A wood stove is used for all cooking
And a washtub's in the pantry for baths



No electricity means there's no TV
Yet we never seem to miss it up there
Evenings are spent in the porch swing
List'ning to the night sounds in the air



There's never a telephone ringing
Not even reception for the cell
We come here because of the resemblance
To the place where our ancestors dwelled



Remembering how the love and hard lessons
Taught to us from the days of our youth
Have rewarded us with years of sweet blessings
And carried us through many hurtful truths



It's so hard to think of ever leaving
This rustic place we always come to with zest
Yet, by the time our vacation is over
We're all rested and ready for the stress



Don't know why it is that old memories
Always satisfy the urge to come home
Even though it's just a month in the summer
Spirits rejuvenate for the hard work to come



Kathleen McCoy Eldridge©
July 21, 2008
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