Broken windows
Caved in roof
Weeds where flowers grew
Skeletons of worn out trees
Planted there when
Dreams were new—
Who piled the logs
Carefully notched
Where are the children now
Who ran beside
The farm dog
And helped to milk each cow
And the land you used to till
Does your family
Own it still?
Lucille Falk Miller © 1988
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makes me think of Groton, S Dakota.
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