Dedicated to my father

I live on this Old Farm,
a Farm that seems to have lost
     all of its Value....

No cows graze Here,
there's no clucking
or feathers,
or the fresh smell
of manure.

There's just old barns
and sheds
filled with dust
and cobwebs,
all placed
  oddly
in a Pecan Orchard.

Roofs of two sheds
lie lifeless
on the overgrown grass.
And the Old Fence,
the poor beaten Fence,
leans here and there.

My Family built that Fence,
along with the buildings
on this Property.
They even planted
the pecan trees.

This Land is my Home,
     my Life....
It is all I have ever known.

And even though
Destruction
seems to conquer this Farm,
there is still a Beauty that
not many can see.

Indeed,
Life runs through this Land.
Memories,
not just of my own but of
Family and Ancestors alike,
keep this Farm alive....

And it seems to have lost
     all of its Value.....