farm

I got a letter from a very old friend                                                                          She said my grandma's life has come to an end                                                          My grandma lived so many miles and states away                                                             I tried to get her to move, she said it's here I'll stay

There was a time the farm was pretty nice                                                                     In my younger years I stayed there once or twice                                                           My friend said there's no point in you traveling out here                                                   The place is so run down you couldn't trade it for a case of beer

So I went there anyway because I figured what have I got to loose                                                               The farm is a shack on a dirt road and all I got is dirt in my shoes                                                                   As the dust settled down something was becoming clear for me to see                                                                      Hanging on the railing was a quilt and nearby her dog covered with fleas

Looking all around this barren land thinking well isn't this just my luck                 
Finding the right folks and do some fancy talking I might make a few bucks             
As I was doing my planning I spotted a tattered note pinned to the quilt                  
It said, pull a few threads, in the lining there's enough for a mansion to be built

Author Eileen Clark 2022

Beautiful Painting by Bob Timberlake ~ collectiblesandarts.com

It seems I have been dumped off in the middle of the night Alone on this road I'm wondering what will be my plight Could it have been that I scratch up the stair railing I noticed lately the misters affection for me was failing Did I get too much hair on the misters black suit Guess I was wrong in believing he thought I was cute Maybe it was all the knitting I did on her bedspread I'll stop knitting and come winter my fur won't shed In the darkest of nights I see a car slowing down Please let it be a nice human from the nearby town Being scooped up gently into somebody's arms I hear them say softly, I mean to do you no harm I'm taking you home to my family on our very big farm Author Eileen Clark 2022