Icy Homestead
While driving through the icy land
I came across an old homestead
Stark empty was its insides
Didn’t have a single table or bed
It was really sad to see it
Looking so lost and forlorn
Absorbed in lacy iciness
Old curtains that had long been torn
Oh the stories that it could tell
Going back so many years
I could just see the families
Growing through happiness and tears
On I went to the buildings
Where winter had grabbed hold
Oh look, there’s a cow out there
Maybe life will yet unfold
When the winter gets a grip
And everything is white
Let your imagination go
On a frozen winter flight!
poem by Marilyn Lott
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