The Orphans
Weeds grow around, under the fence that leans
Wagon sits in barn yard needing mending
Hay rake left in the field to use between
Summer showers, rake hay for winter feeding
Wagon sits in barn yard needing mending
Since father died none takes charge of farm
Summer showers, rake hay for winter feeding
Five children left orphaned no one sends alarm
Since father died none takes charge of farm
Hay rake left in the field to use between
Five children left orphaned no one sends alarm
Weeds grow around, under the fence that leans
(My mother's mother was left a widow with five children ages 12 years to 6 months. Mother's
father
was bitten by a rabid dog. The doctor sent for medicine to treat the illness and gave him the
meds. The doctor told him that he needed to rest stay out of the heat but he felt that he had
to
move the saw mill to another location so that they could start work and this was a fatal
mistake.)
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