The Abandoned Farm
The abandoned farmhouse, dark alone and still
Stands stately yet high, on a windy hill
The windows stare, like eyes
Across the open field
The shutters rattle now and then
But do not yield
Against the winter chill and snowy blast
As the farmhouse contemplates the past
The rooms are empty, bleak and bare
No smell of baking in the air
Not talk or laughter and running steps
Of happy children with their pets
Silent now, it was not always so
When bursting with family not so long ago
The abandoned farmhouse stands alone and waits
For someone to once more, swing the wide gates
For warmth of crackling fires and glowing lights
On these long, dark and frigid nights
The farmhouse shivers but recalls with pride
When all the family was at home inside.
I found this poem years ago
in an old magazine called The Atlantic Advocate
it grabbed my heart then so I wrote it down
but never took note of the author's name
although I have searched for it on line
I cannot find the origin of this version
in an old magazine called The Atlantic Advocate
it grabbed my heart then so I wrote it down
but never took note of the author's name
although I have searched for it on line
I cannot find the origin of this version
little did I know
when finding this so many years ago
that it would suit our little farm
so perfectly today
so with the blessings of the family
we spent the afternoon
taking pictures
laughing over memories
and had a good cry too
we loaded the memory cards of our cameras
and some treasures that meant something to us
nothing of value ~ as that was not our goal
we spent the afternoon
taking pictures
laughing over memories
and had a good cry too
we loaded the memory cards of our cameras
and some treasures that meant something to us
nothing of value ~ as that was not our goal
6 comments:
What a beautiful place to grow up and play. The poem is so lovely and fitting!
I hope the memories fill you forever, thanks for sharing.
Love everything about this post. I wish our farmhouse had the character that yours does. Love all the old fittings. Just gorgeous!
Oh that makes me sad. I can't imagine my childhood farmhouse abandoned and alone...yet someday that will be me. It looks full of charm. If I was close I'd want to live there:)
What a wonderful poem - so fitting for your farmhouse memories...beautiful heartfelt post, Lori!! xxoo :)
Was that your grandparents farmhouse you spoke of Lori? Very fitting poem and beautiful post...I felt each line. Thanks for visiting our blog...I hope to see you back again :-)!
You brought tears to my eyes...
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