field stand unplowed now,
no signs of farming here anymore,
his plow is sitting in the barn
rusty, not bright red as it was before.
dinner bell still hangs high,
time has silenced the welcome rings.
Standing silently, I remember the
happiness it's sound used to bring.
windmill isn't needed anymore,
just a memory of a bygone day.
A barn once standing proud and tall,
now crumbling in nature's decay.
Back down the old clay road,
I stop to wipe my tears away.
I see the sunset in the western sky,
morning sunrise will start a new day.
A new beginning. ~
Ralph L. Clark © 2005
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Psalm 25: 6
Remember, O Lord, thy tender
mercies and thy loving kindnesses;
for they have been ever of old.
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