Life On A Farm…
High on a hill sits a old rugged barn
(All that’s left of A old family farm)
with no heart to sell or tear it’s walls down
the family all voted to keep it around
No tractor is plowing,no cows in the fields
land sitting idle, where crops brought in yields
I go there to sit, on the hill cross the way
to look at the old barn that still stands today.
I picture the children, at play on the farm
Helping their father put hay in that barn..
i picture a woman with canning jars full
harvesting her garden,warming her soul.
I picture the house, that fell to the ground
and wonder what happened how it fell down
with memories tucked in her walls and floors
with all the times going in and out her doors
I’m sure it was sad when it fell to the ground
she took a lot with her when she went down
now A Barn sad and lonesome sits on that hill
holding on to the Memories now silent and still..
of laughter and work,and all of the charm
that make up the memories of life on a farm..