When the Dream Died (Revisited)

Falling down old barns testified that times had changed.  Farm sales were a regular occurrence.  They were opportunities for neighbors to gather.  Some of these events hit close to home.


Pigeons scratched barn’s dirt floors

Swallows roosted over the door

Ruts from parked cars healed

Lush, green grass revealed

Memories faded from that day

The pain never went away

Auctioneers cajoled, hollered

Pride, dignity sold for dollars

Family members worked the crowd

Hid, what they couldn’t say out loud

Somehow, all was well

Only time would tell

Tough hands that tilled the soil

Became tired from years of toil

A family’s dream died that day

By pen stroke, signed away

The meadowlark still flew

Killdeer cried–they never knew

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Author: warturoadam77p

65 year old married retired communications worker with three grown children, transplanted from the Midwest to the sunny Gulf Coast.

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