t was an old country church <br />White paint peelin’ bad <br />Sealed up tight as a drum <br />Makes me feel kinda sad <br /> <br />Quiet oh, just listen <br />The song of a meadowlark <br />Singing his lonesome song <br />And will till it’s pitch dark <br /> <br />Grass as brown as dust <br />Far as your eye can see <br />Don’t cut it any more <br />No animals to eat <br /> <br />A pond not far away <br />Still and shrinkin’ fast <br />Used to be a swimmin’ hole <br />But nothing ever lasts <br /> <br />But the old country church <br />Still has it’s share of charm <br />Once families came on Sunday <br />From the nearby country farms!<br /><br />Marilyn Lott<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/old-country-church/
