Wallaceville Homestead
by Edward D. Clark, Jr.

I was walking by the homestead
When my mind left me alone
Oh, thoughts of pain and pleasure
Of the world around my home

The spirits of the past
Were wandering through my brain
No other place or memories
Can make me feel the same

The spirits are so strong
That I can almost hear them say,
"Come see the things that we once saw
In a much simpler day"

I walked past the stone foundation
Where the farmhouse once had been
And thought about the lives once there
And could be there again

Nearby the spring flowed quietly
Where the farmer quenched his thirst
And also thought of ones before
For he was not the first


 

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