Sepia Toned Farm

Rusted old cars forsaken like sad broken hearts

Neglected hay fields and scattered tractor parts

The suns boiling my blood and I’m growing old

Times fleeting memories, so easily sold

The neighbors tell a sad story of its history past

As I sit on a fender where a tree shadows cast

This place once lived and breathed its bounty to share

Now only spirits are left it seems so unfair

Old John Deere tractor sits idly on cinder block legs

Poor dog his tongue hanging just sits there and begs

The farms seen better days…foreclosure is near

Sons moved to the cities, for the land they don’t care

Now I look at this farm that once was a home

I feel such sadness, in a subdued sepia tone

No more cows or chickens, no crops in the fall

The combines and the government took mostly all

The old man passed on, his poor heart lost its fight

His dear wife was taken to the nursing home last night

She thinks of him and their farm as she looks at the clock

Tomorrow at noon the auctioneer’s gavel hits the block