Time Has Passed
Rural roads, dust and all,
Trucks with windows down
Music blasting .
They called you,
The new farmer on your daddy's land.
Sweat and fear, melons won't sell,
What now? Babies on the way,
A family in crisis-- the only hope--
Band of brothers, platoon of men.
Strike at the heart of fear.
But nothing stays the same.
Epiphanies creep in--
Try to keep the land--
Broken farmhouses become uniform subdivisions.
Yards, not acres, hold dancing children
Oblivious to legacies lost,
At what cost?
They grow like weeds that filled the fields
Of what used to be.
Look at how the time has passed.
Good with the bad,
These are the days that we want to last forever.
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Everything changes and engulfs the good with the bad.