The Bluestone Review 2025

Children’s Section

The Fields Liliana Dunford

I am from muck and manure From slop boots and Case Tractors I am from the frozen driveway snow kayak race.

Cows yelling, goats talking, and the feel of thorns in your feet. I am from prickly weeds in the field that hit your legs as you walk. Green thorns, that if you walk across, I clammer out in thistles and bugs. I’m from a shrimp fry yearly and everyone in my big family yelling and screaming, with their big mouths. From my mother’s homemade cooking and my dad’s western horseback riding. I’m from the family dinners almost weekly and riding on a side-by side in the fields, dodging cows. From being told not to listen to the bullies and that doesn’t fit you right, you are

sticking out your stomach and leaning your back. I’m from sitting in a stand, to shakily shooting a deer with a big gun, BOOM! I’m from Barren Springs, just off Primm Lane. Shrimp, hush puppies

From the taste of Rock’s homemade rolls and pizza. The tuna casserole my Aunt Kasey made that everyone called cat food. The yearly picture scrapbooks my Aunt Kala makes for my grandparents. The pictures in the books resemble and remind me of good times during the years. These memories are hard to make again, actually impossible, so in the scrapbook, are memories that were made that I can never forget, or touch again.

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