Forgotten Home
A split rail fence sits
along the edge of a field
holding back the past
An old wagon wheel
leans lazy against a post
Weathered by the sun
A battered mailbox
with it’s red flag hanging down
sits, waiting with hope
A dirt road runs past
Rutted by years of travel
Leads to a rock drive
The drive leads to a home
of countless generations
born and raised right here
If the walls could talk
they would speak of all the love
through out the years
The walls would tell of
births and deaths and weddings too
There is much to tell
All that is left now
are just the past memories
of a better time
All the windows gone
The porch boards rotted through
Roof tiles blown off
The old pump house leans
The old red barn out back sags
The corrals are gone
The one tree out front
that held the forts and the swings
stands with bare branches
It is sad to see
a home with no family
lose it’s will to live
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