Poem 185:

the Rustic Farm

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The rustic farm
lies within the Autumn mist
forged by hands so long ago
it stands quietly in the shade
of time now past.

© 2014 by James Spruell All rights reserved

… a poem to go with the picture, posted as the Old Farm

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  1. Beautifully perceived and written ..I have often perceived these structures as dinosaurs from a distant past once alive and thriving…now..past their usefulness they remain a reminder of simpler times,simpler people whose only dream of success was to put food on the table and to work at something they loved and believed in..

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