See-through houses,
abandoned,
on the high plains.
Lonely vestiges
of failed dreams...
Roses gone wild,
and in the Spring daffodils
to say "We lived here
once."
The hardships
were too much.
Mule and plow
and man
could not fight
the droughts.
The vast plain
stretches out;
now ramshackle
homesteads
weather the ravages
of time --
but the land will win.
Dreams gone. Farmers
gone...
just a blackbird
in a lone tree,
and daisies.
Jun 14, 2011
Jun 14, 2011 at 10:46 AM UTC
See-through houses,
abandoned,
on the high plains.
Lonely vestiges
of failed dreams...
Roses gone wild,
and in the Spring daffodils
to say "We lived here
once."
The hardships
were too much.
Mule and plow
and man
could not fight
the droughts.
The vast plain
stretches out;
now ramshackle
homesteads
weather the ravages
of time --
but the land will win.
Dreams gone. Farmers
gone...
just a blackbird
in a lone tree,
and daisies.