Childhood Memories.

The field-sprouts of Fourth-month and Fifth-month became part of
him,
Winter-grain sprouts and those of the light-yellow corn, and the
esculent roots of the garden,
And the apple-trees cover'd with blossoms and the fruit afterward,
and wood-berries, and the commonest weeds by the road,
This part of the poem i relate to myself in a strange way. I grew up in Nebraska and i was always playing in my grandparents yard surrounded by corn and plants. This part of the poem just makes me think about all those great times at my grandparents house. My grandma had a huge garden and i used to love playing in the garden with my grandma. As ive gotten older ive realized all those times have really become a part of me and the person that i am today. As i would ride my bike down the road surrounded by tress and plants i realized that all that would be what i wanted to surround everyone i love with and hopefully someday my children, because those things in life are really what makes people happy and makes me happy.