Once a majestic home
built with love and care
by his father with the
intent to serve generations,
it’s fancy windows and rounded walls
made it the envy of all.
Time passed and the farm grew
crops and cattle and children.
A bounteous harvest to make
any man proud, year after year.
But all things change with the
passing of the seasons,
and they moved away to a
newer home with way more high-tech
comforts to pamper the aging farmer.
For the children had gone away and
the cattle and crops were all sold.
Retirement to town for ease
meant selling the old home place.
There was nobody left to embrace
the life and home of a farmer.
The ravages of time have taken their toll.
Now, the house is lying in a heap.
The only reminder of it’s glory
is the stairway to the sky.
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