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