Field untended stretching far and wide
Weed and brier thorn choking once rich soil
Once red barn becomes destruction’s bride
Long gone the caring hands which used to toil.
Shining metal tools unused lie bent and rusted
Machines to plant and harvest now half buried lie
Once full silo now bent as old man in decay crusted
Withering and broken the empty house left to die.
Miles of white fence now fallen with gate unhinged
Trough and feed bin toppled nothing left to feed
Bales of hay left unused turn to dust as though fire singed
Devoid of cow or goat or pig, they are but things without need.
Once adored and well kept family farm providing food
So easily becoming fodder for new home or bargan store
What used to feed and nurture life our care no longer endued
Lay in ruin, plowed asunder, leaving just a shadow, nothing more.
Karen Quinn 2013