If the Walls Could Talk
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 mail box with it's red flag hanging off
Sits waiting with hope
A dirt road runs past, rutted by years of travel
Leading to and away
A rock 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
Memories of lives
All the windows gone, the porch boards rotted through
Roof tiles blown off
The old pump house leans, the aged red barn out back sags
The corrals are gone
The one tree out front that held forts and 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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