I Miss The Farm

I miss the farm that I never had- Apple blossoms on the old homestead, With leaning barns and placid cows, And home-stitched quilt, on my brass bed. I miss the meals that I never ate- Hand churned butter on flowered plate, Whole fat milk in a jelly glass; How slowly days would come to pass. I miss the folks that I never knew- Mama, Daddy; the whole farm crew, Tilling fields from dawn to dusk- Sweetest bunch; wish that it were true. I miss my grave on the hill above Rows of cornfields and two grey doves; Mourning early, mourning late- As one dream away, I embrace fate.