Cowboy Poet - Dianne
Brandson
http://www.Dianne Brandson.com
Farm Auction Sign
The sign reads Farm Auction Sale
today.
The barn roof is starting to sag,
And fluttering in the breeze are remnants of an old British flag.
The farm has been in this family for over a hundred years,
The granddaughter tells me through her tears.
My grandad and dad were both born in this old house,
Then she became quiet as a church mouse.
There are so many memories on a place with so much history
There are many tales to be told and even a little mystery.
Many children climbed the stairs as off to bed they were sent;
Now the steps are saggy and worn and the handrail a little bent.
The old wood stove that had cooked so many a meal was replaced
by an
Electric about ten years ago,
Grandma figured she's better upgrade and go with the flow.
Well grandma died two years ago and that left grandpa all alone,
But we keep in touch with him by phone.
My dad doesn't want to take over the farm the granddaughter says,
He has moved on to different career; doesn't want to follow the
old ways.
But I wish I was older, I'd like to keep the farm,
It has a special place in my heart with its memories and country
charm.
The sign reads Farm Auction Sale today,
Many treasured possessions will be going far away.
The old piano and a few old milk cans,
And even to the auction block will go Gran's old cast iron fry
pans.
The old horse collars will end up in some collectors home,
No longer on a Percherons neck will they around the grain field
roam.
The buildings and the land are on the auction block as well,
It's hard to see the old place sell.
The sign reads Farm Auction Sale today,
Grandma's gone and now Grandpa is going away
© Dianne Brandson, (August
19, 2000 Stony Plain Gathering, 11 PM)
Tammy Gislason
Phone: (403) 391-1131
email: gislason@shaw.ca
http://www.tammydee.com