Posts tagged ‘past’
One step at a time
I follow yesterday’s stairs
Still I wind up here
A cruel world it is
to be thrown beneath the ground,
forgotten by time.
A name on a slab,
Does anyone remember
Mamie lived here, too?
From the livestock to the gardens and fields of slumbered hay,
they were faced with more work than given hours in each day.
This old house has felt the footsteps of weary trodden men
who rested but a bit to get up and head to the fields again.
It is the place where women rocked their dreams into night,
only to rise when the rooster crowed in early morning light.
Ceilings echo screams of endless labor and laughter of life.
This home is no stranger to birth, death, love, joy, and strife.
Multiple generational life has absorbed within it’s walls,
as families of children walked away to follow their calls.
Changing times, they struggled to keep the farm in pace.
My father was the last child born at the old home place.
Circumstances of time and weather exercised it’s toll
on sore backs, blistered fingers and exhausted souls.
The farm has turned into a respite, a place to convene,
augmenting freedom and possibility; a place to dream.