Bringing Back The Past Poem by Marilyn Lott

Have you ever stopped along the road
As you travel cross country
And gaze across the fields of grass
Grown dry now in the blazing sun
Smack in the middle is an old
Worn and weary homestead
Tired and used, spent from age
But you can see the children playing
In the yard, girls in long frilly dresses
Boys in their coveralls
Running 'round the yard, trying to catch
A flying pigtail.
Inside you can see their mother
Rolling out dough for bread, biscuits
Or fruit pies.
Do you hear that? It's a baby crying.
It's been a hard life, you know.
A life we'll never live but our ancestors
Worked hard so we can live a good life
Or is it so good?
Do they have the secret?