Recollections
I passed this way so many days
and wondered on the by way;
who had opened, what had filled
the gap within the shed's bay.
The opening small in the wall
at once so spare and luring,
like crooked teeth in gap toothed maw
now held field mice burrowing.
Barn boards of red formed a strange bed
for ripe feed of golden maze,
and the cedar shingles sheltered
the bounty of by gone days.
The farm was gone, no children born
to pass their day time in play.
Just bitter sweet and memories
and old corn cobs which strayed.
Yet here it stands, as I pass by,
and softly recalls for me;
The true joy of by-gone laughter
and autumn jamborees.
All that was once America,
the farm, the land and the free.
Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2009
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