Gnarled Trees And Wagon Wheels

I saw an old homestead Not so long ago The house was worn and weary It had lost its luster and its glow Sadly I took some pictures And wondered about the folks That at one time raised their families here So many thoughts this place evokes The old barn had seen better days I could even see some rot Many animals once had babies here Some had made it, some had not I’m sure inside this old home Many babies here too were born Perhaps with the help of a neighbor And now it looked so forlorn I touched a dried old gnarled tree Felt the roughness beneath my hand A swing probably hung from a branch On this worn and deserted land An old wagon wheel against a fence Was so beautiful to me Ah yes, I loved this old place With all its mysteries And as I turned to walk away It kind of gave me chills To see an old homestead like this With gnarled trees and wagon wheels!