Driving through the quiet countryside
Enjoying rolling hills and rivers wide,
I passed an old farm from the past
Abandoned, the simple life didn't last.
The barn's door fallen on the ground
Not an animal could be found
The roof was sagging to the right
The weathered siding a sad sight.
No sound was heard, except the wind
All changed, nothing as it had been.
The corn silos were starting to crumble
Stone fences beginning to tumble.
Corn stalks and wheat shafts lay flat
The porch was sloped, no doormat.
Windows were broken, doors askew
Roof missing shingles, where moss now grew.
I felt the beauty of another day
Active lives, fields full of hay
Could good times then, bring great nows.
Time and work could show us how.
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