“The Old Farmhouse”
By Mac
The old farmhouse sits alone atop the hillAbandoned now, it’s welcome long worn outHoles in the shingled roof and rotten window-sills,Splintered doors and creaky floor, once so very stoutWhere once a family did proudly live not so long agoThe wheat grew tall and straight as did the young couples kidsRaising crops and childrenall they really needed to knowBut the land grew barren, wheat measured in poundswhere once was tonsThe failed crop a dull memory half forgotten by now, children grown old too,The house, a weathered monumentto splintered doors and rotted windowsillsYet what a placethis house must have beenwhen it was built brand newAnd if I squint my eyes just right and tilt my head just so, I can see it stillNot just an old farmhouse, alone on the hill Written October 9th, 2001 © on Oct 09 2001 01:47 AM PST, RD McManes 0 • 9
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"The old farmhouse sits alone atop the hillAbandoned now, it’s welcome long worn outHoles in the shingled roof and rotten window-sills,Splintered doors and creaky floor, once so very stoutWhere once a family did proudly live not so long agoThe wheat grew tall and straight as did the young couples kidsRaising crops and childrenall they really needed to knowBut the land grew barren, wheat measured in poundswhere once was tonsThe failed crop a dull memory half forgotten by now, children grown old too,The house, a weathered monumentto splintered doors and rotted windowsillsYet what a placethis house must have beenwhen it was built brand newAnd if I squint my eyes just right and tilt my head just so, I can see it stillNot just an old farmhouse, alone on the hill..."