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*The insidious wrath of age has pilfered her beauty .. Rusted chains hang in quietude , wrenched in dubious functionality .... Superfluous stockyards , fencing long in need of repairs .. Barns that once bustled with the drudgery of agriculture can only whisper .. Wind chimes trill in the cold afternoon , the crack of the hammer to the anvil gone .. Tractor implements lie frozen , a lone Crow stands guard over barren orchards* ..
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Jan 17, 2016
Jan 17, 2016 at 5:36 PM UTC
The Vanishing American Farm
*The insidious wrath of age has pilfered her beauty .. Rusted chains hang in quietude , wrenched in dubious functionality .... Superfluous stockyards , fencing long in need of repairs .. Barns that once bustled with the drudgery of agriculture can only whisper .. Wind chimes trill in the cold afternoon , the crack of the hammer to the anvil gone .. Tractor implements lie frozen , a lone Crow stands guard over barren orchards* ..
Copyright January 16 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
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