I saw an old homestead <br />Not so long ago <br />The house was worn and weary <br />It had lost its luster and its glow <br /> <br />Sadly I took some pictures <br />And wondered about the folks <br />That at one time raised their families here <br />So many thoughts this place evokes <br /> <br />The old barn had seen better days <br />I could even see some rot <br />Many animals once had babies here <br />Some had made it, some had not <br /> <br />I’m sure inside this old home <br />Many babies here too were born <br />Perhaps with the help of a neighbor <br />And now it looked so forlorn <br /> <br />I touched a dried old gnarled tree <br />Felt the roughness beneath my hand <br />A swing probably hung from a branch <br />On this worn and deserted land <br /> <br />An old wagon wheel against a fence <br />Was so beautiful to me <br />Ah yes, I loved this old place <br />With all its mysteries <br /> <br />And as I turned to walk away <br />It kind of gave me chills <br />To see an old homestead like this <br />With gnarled trees and wagon wheels!<br /><br />Marilyn Lott<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/gnarled-trees-and-wagon-wheels/
