Time and Change

Time and Change There's an old abandoned farmhouse I passed the other day, With broken down old stockyards and a shed of rotting hay. Thistles growing cornfield high among the citrus trees. The fowl run all but fallen down with grass up past your knees. Horses grazing by the house, bring a nostalgic smile. This farm once loved and cared for, made someones life worthwhile. A blue wren flits from twig to twig, and along the veranda rail. The pensioned off old dairy cow, will never again see a bail. The mailbox a yellow rusty fridge, standing by the road. A fence of wooden posts and wire that no longer take the load. With busted gate on rusted hinges, a windmill with missing sails. And there a tank and water trough, with split and broken rails. Now that old abandoned farmhouse, will one day turn to dust. Becoming part of all around, in change we place our trust. If daily grind wears you down and you think you’ve had enough. Remember change is constant and to fight it makes it tough. Hard times we know will take a toll and slap one in the face. Then nature sends a caring hand to keep us in the race. The rain will green the fields, clear the air and turn the dirt to mud. Give that pensioned off old dairy cow a fresh and tasty cud. The shadows in the afternoon stretch across this little glade. As the sparkling sunlit brook, disappears into the shade. And I wonder if one will see in a hundred years from now, There'll be another farmhouse, another horse and dairy cow. Or crowded streets and buildings with people rushing to and fro Concerned with things to do today, and worry about to-morrow Whatever will become of it one thing is for sure, Time moves on and brings the change, that's what time is for. ________oOo________