Legacy of a Farm
. It mars the sage, erect and proud
Beneath a hood of purple clouds...
A weathered barn shares windswept grounds
Where shadows deep wear somber sounds
These old remains of dust and brown
From long ago, now stand alone ###
Strong arms would hoist, and fit long beams, #######
Of rough sawn timbers, and window panes #######
A living thing, of weathered wood ####
It leans with age in prairie wind / /
Now softly gray in prairie clay / /
/ /
A monument of nail and boards
Once sheltered pride, the sheep, the hordes / /
While they would plow and turn the fields
To scatter seeds ^ in parchment plains /
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To pray for ////////////////////////////// rain, testing faith
To quench ///////////////////////////// the grain, they fell to knees
A harvest //////////////////////////// __ yielded wheat and corn
In clover too lxxl a lamb was born
A precious """"""crop kept safe and dry
But soon _________ the seasons passed it by
A place l X l X l for those who worked the soil
The soul, l X l X l the barn, the shrine of toil
The heart_________l..X.l..X..l________ this pride of home and farm
Where now only wind whistles through the eaves,
And bats and mice find a place to live
Abandoned and forsaken, a new age awakened
While gaunt hills stand silently by
Day after day under the prairie sky
This monument remains today, a testament of faith in God
No one ever passes by, it sits beneath the praire sky
And though it slowly fades away, the faith will never die
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Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2009
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