The old farmyard looks the same
as the old picture in the frame
but my eyes still fill with tears
as I remember all those years
when the sounds of horses filled the yard
and even though the work was hard
in the evening we would say
this will all be gone one day
and I would rather not be there
when the smoke from engines fills the air
and I know I can safely say
that all I once held dear has gone away
but I am happy because I understand
that this farm remains in good hands
as every other farm throughout this land
When the pen takes control. 
It’s ringing with familiarity, but not quite within my grasp
However, I thoroughly love this 😊
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My next effort will swing back more to the fun aspect, I promise
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I keep thinking of something my mother used to say…. but I don’t remember it
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