LIFE ON A FARM - 
High on a hill sits a old rugged barn, all that’s left of an 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.
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.
TEMPLATE: The Bigger Picture #1 & #4 by Heartstrings Scrap Art
KIT: Sweet Autumn by Vero - The French Touch
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