mailbox
hangs open,
on this dirt road.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
No life left here now
in a peeling shell once home,
no laughter as children roam,
off to milk the cow.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
No planted seeds
in these fields
just some
weeds
and yet
still I feel
a lifetime’s deeds.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
A vision was near,
oh sweet memories did form,
families weathered the storm
with happiness clear.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Love's roots deeply
farm.






and 3 clappies
Becky





What is now worn and dilapidated will always be treasured in people's hearts and souls.
22 old applause
