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Not Going out of the Door

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Not Going out of the Door

Post  Fred West on Mon Jan 14 2013, 08:22

Not Going Out of the Door
The year is 1962 and I am 12 years old, the snow has started falling and its cold outside,
It started falling week ago that is November to you and them and it will not stop before Christmas and the children will laugh and play, but the farmers will shrug their shoulders and ask how do we plough today.
The tractor wheels keeps skidding on ice on the fields each day,
The cows and the pigs are shivering in buildings that are large, but the farmer can do no more for them he is trying to make them to live,
He is giving them more food each day making them look big.
The snow it never stops these days the hedges they are gone,
They are all but heaps of snow they are wide and very long.
Cats you see go out to the fields and try to catch the rats,
But it is so cold these days that food is very scarce,
So cats run down and foxes run after cats all we find are a skin that is black.
The snow it fell for months on end, no beginning and no known end,
Snow men that were big and strong, pirate ships those were broad and long,
Things made with carrots and turnips and sticks, we could not move a single brick they were after all frozen to the ground, move them with a pick axe and a lot of grunts and sounds.
The New Year came along and the frost had not gone,
The snow was not going away the drilling would be late,
Snow on the ground and tractors not able to get through the gate, some sliding sideways and into a ditch,
One woman was asked to count the rows of sugar beet left, she turned her head and that was all she had left, she went into the ditch, and the trailer went with her, half a ton of sugar beet on top of her cab, but she was laughing like new born lad.
Then April came and the ploughs did start,
They ploughed in snow and looked chequered in a field,
Snow at the start and the end, and ploughed furrows in between, some farmers wondered how God could be so mean.
May comes along and the snow goes at last, it’s as if the fields had been made to fast, for a whole winter long, now the snow was gone.
The local river no longer could you skate upon the frozen ice, all you see was frozen mice, along the edge of the reeds that were frozen and still, everybody now had got their own will to get on and get done the work that had not been done.
Schools were back and roads were now free, bikes could be ridden and cars could move more,
This was the year when I was thirteen exams would come around and summer arrive,
But the winter before was remembered by all, as one that unless you are young you didn’t go out of the door.
©Fred West 2013
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