The Starting End

A simple rhyme to engrave in my mind
A memory of a world
Not far away
In time

A Home for many, a place for some
A glimpse of the Village
Where my man is from
A life quite different to which I was raised
The life that they had
To which I’m amazed

Here lives the proof
Of blood sweat and tears
As seen in their homes
That were crafted through years

Abandoned by many
Still treasure by some
The home of great grandpa
Where his life begun

As we sit in the rain of this vacant Home
The one that they built with their hands
Stone by stone
Visions of Childhood, now cigar in his hand
The elements of life, which made this strong man

Where they’d harvest their field
Weathered snow, rain and sun
Hard times
Simple life
Forgotten by none

To live off the land for food on the table
With pigs in the pen
The horse in the stable
Corn fields and cherry trees just outside
They worked as a family to stay alive

Fields of memories race through the head
Of hard times shared for their daily bread
But of good times had spent as a boy
Chasing ducks, hunting snakes
Nature as toy

I lived in the moment back in time
Imagined how beautiful when the sun had shined
Laying in meadows with grass swaying tall
How wonderful he was
When my Man was small