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The Tampa Tribune

Published: September 19, 2007

Taylor's husband, Austin, came to Plant City from Alabama at the age of 3.

She wrote this poem for him based on his recollections of growing up in a small rural town.

When Life Was Simple

When life was simple and I was a boy

I wandered the woods with freedom and joy.

With my gun in hand, old Chubby by my side

I walked winding roads with love and pride.

Not a dime in my pocket, that didn't count

With woods to explore and hills to mount,

New things to discover under the brush,

From rocks to logs I had to rush.

The sky was full of fluffy clouds
With birds screeching really loud.

All kinds of bugs flying around

And plenty more crawling on the ground.

The days would end soon after they begun

With rushing home before set of sun

To a supper of corn bread dipped in milk

With adventures to tell that rolled like silk.

Then off to bed and sleep like a log,

Even forgetting in my pocket was a frog.
Sibyl Rose Taylor

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