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