Found Poem

Here’s a poem my son just found for me that my dad used to quote two lines of but couldn’t remember any of the rest of it. It’s so funny! I wrote about this poem in Jan. of 2011, that I was wanting to find it.

When Father Was A Boy
by Unknown Author
The world was full of wondrous things
When Father was a boy;
It almost seems like folks had wings
When Father was a boy.
They like to work the livelong day,
And rise at five, and never play;
They just seemed to be built that way
When Father was a boy.

The little boys were awfully strong
When Father was a boy.
They’d weed the cornfields all day long
When Father was a boy.
And when the day at last was o’er
They’d go and do up every chore,
They come and beg to work some more
When Father was a boy.

The youngsters never had much fun
When Father was a boy
They’d go to bed when work was done
When Father was a boy.
They only had a book or two,
The clothes they wore were never new;
And wow! The lesson they got through
When father was a boy.

The snow was thirty-two feet deep
When father was a boy;
They tunneled through to feed the sheep
When Father was a boy.
The crust would freeze, and then they’d go
And coast to town upon the snow
Without a stop, ten miles or so,
When Father was a boy.

Young folks were seen and never heard
When Father was a boy;
They couldn’t say a single word
When Father was a boy.
But now Dad loves to whoop and shout;
I guess we kids have heard about
‘Most all the talk he went without
When Father was a boy.
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About NJ

I love to write! I realized in 9th grade that I really enjoyed writing. Every two weeks we had assigned topics that we were to use to write an essay. I liked writing the essays. I'm a mom and a grandma. None of my family live nearby, but they visit when they are able to come. I've been a pastor's wife and a grade school teacher. Now I'm retired and enjoying visiting others, and indulging myself in my hobbies, --writing and art activities. I'm very thankful for the blessings in life.
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