Old Rail Fence Row
The old rail fence row is jagged and twisting
Between the fields now claimed by nature
Lie fallow the subject of a realtor’s listing,
The old rail fence row is jagged and twisting
As I look over the land my eyes are misting,
I miss the rustic place of my birth, for sure
The old rail fence row is jagged and twisting
Between the fields now claimed by nature.
written December 17, 2021
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2021
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