Best Homesteads Poems

Passing thru' the farmlands,
my mind begins to roam
for along the way we travel
lie abandoned, country homes.

Weather-beaten, gray and leaning,
often twenty miles from town,
I wonder how they're standing,
why they haven't tumbled down.

Rock foundations old and crumbling,
all the windows broken out,
peeling paint and floral paper
droop from walls,...

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