As I sat on a ridge
overlooking a hill
i could see a old farm
sitting idle and still...
she seemed so inviting
in all her silent charm
And looked like a picture
Of a truly loved farm...
I wondered the story
of where people had gone
and why it sat empty
while holding such charm..
Lonesome and abandoned
she stood All silent and still
and winds sang and danced for
The old farm on the hill...
Someone still loves her
and tends to her needs
for she is all tidy
her lawn has no weeds..
her roof has a pattern
that gives her real flair
and she has a guest house
there so much that is there..
It's a gift from nature
a view with real charm
when i see the picture
of a truly loved farm...
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