Days Gone By....
The spiders weave in all the nooks
And decorate each sill
The voices that once echoed here
Are silent now
And still.
The memories stored within each board
Add character and charm
Oh, the lives and loves she nurtured there
This house we called our "farm".
Her grandness has not faded
Though her paint is worn and sad
Because you see
She'll always be
The only "home" I had.
Patterns of patch-work sunlight
Now grace the tattered floor
Her wind-swept face
Bears solemn grace
To the dust storms mighty "roar".
The windmill's squeaky turning
Gives no comfort but it's sound
To the rustle of the thirsty wheat
That lays on parched-dry ground
Save the memories and the sparrows
As you nod your creaking head
Save perhaps my fallen wagon there
beside the tumbling shed
Save the few who stop to wonder
None would care what I have known
Which was each and every timber
And the hearth I laid of stone.
She's as lovely as the sunsets
That dance on broken glass
Ah...How much I loved that dear old place
But it too has changed
Alas....
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