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I remember the itch of oat dust,
Summer's sweat sting'n my eyes;
And the relentless buzz'n 'round my head,
Of blood-thirsty, green Dog-Flies.

I can still feel the pull of twine string,
Wear'n blisters while tying-up sacks;
And after shovel'n a crib of ear corn,
Next day be'n down in my back.

But yet there were times back on our farm,
That still cause me to laugh;
Like the adventures I had while wrestle'n,
Bucket-train'n a baby calf.

We hitched-up a donkey to our Radio Flyer,
Hope'n he'd take us kids for a ride;
But that rattle'n wagon caused him to run,
Throw'n kids plumb over the sides.

So think'n back on what's come to pass,
Consider'n all.... it's hard to be sad;
'Cause for every pain there was also fun,
Still rememberin' the good with the bad.