The Farm Poem by Randy McClave

I wanted to return to the farm of my yesterdays
Where the crops grew tall and the cows did graze,
To again walk by the rustic old barn and the many bins
Where stayed the cows and the running turkeys and hens
I remember those happy days of long ago
And I knew that I was home when I saw the leaning silo,
I still remember the old weather worn wooden fences
That protected the farm as memories and old time defenses.
I wish again to walk into my Uncle's and Aunt's old house
And to be greeted by my Aunt in her apron and white blouse,
While my uncle in his coveralls outside in the barn or in the fields
Always wanting to increase his crops, and milk yields.
Those were memories of my yesterdays and not of my today
Where I would hike and fish and also would run and play,
My Uncle and Aunt have been gone for many sad years;
Now the old country farm, sheds its forgotten tears.

Randy L. McClave