Bringing Back The Past

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?