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The Farm
By Sherry Asbury
21st CenturyIf you hike in the Oregon outback,
You will come across it unexpectedly.
Old scabrous house is a lonely site.
crooked and rotted, under a tree.
The land around the house
Is a landscape both alien and eerie.,
of things gone to seed long ago,
Painting the old farm weary and dreary.
Nedda Scott called the house home
For nearly 80 years, living with husband Hank.
Nearly lost it many times over the years,
Because the farmer, Scott heavily drank.
You will hear her humming in the wind,
The Old Rugged Cross in fervent tones.
Listen, and Nedda will introduce herself,
Even though she is a crumble of bones.
Sheets still flap on the line outside,
Or is it a trick of an errant bough?
Maybe Nedda and Hank never forgot a farm
where they made their wedding vow.
DayPoems Poem No. 1725
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