FARM BABY REFLECTIONS

FARM BABY REFLECTIONS I don't remember much from my grandparents' farm as a small boy. I do remember sweet sugar cane, however, and the watermelon and cotton. I remember riding upon the back of a mule that was hitched to a cane mill-grinder, that ground the cane into a green liquid as the mule circled . Someone lifted me upon it. I do remember the sound of a long green watermelon splitting open, when it was sliced. It sounded like a log being split apart and the smell was was divine; its meat delicious! I also remember cotton, billowing fields of cotton and riding atop the wagon high atop the cotton regally. Such memories, remembrances endue, endear, endow me to land.