Pictures ...
in oval frames, they are tarnished,
burned copper, yet so fitting to the time.
Sepia, if memories serve me correctly,
of faces past.
Fading in milky hues
sunshine kissed.
Staring, I am sure I saw them move,
a family dressed in starch attire.
Stern expression's,
I wanted to see them smile.
Matriarch a maiden grandmother,
sat, hands folded upon knees
linen gown of colour I could only guess.
Men, her son's in uniform,
soldiers of war,
shall they return, for this I wondered often
records lay in dusty boxes in attic.
The farm hand, a Shepherd,
born to the century new,
his art captured 'four seasons'
still hanging, framed in guild.
Gold trophy winner
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