The band of gray-blue water
Reminded me of the old
Dilapidated house I spotted
On the old Alba Road on the
Way to Gaylord. The house
Had shrunk about two feed
In height, breadth, and depth
It stood among leafless trees
About the same brown-gray
Color. There was farmland
Surrounding it and at one
Time the people living there
Had tended to the fields and
Gardens. My mind wanders.
Who were they? Where did
They come from and what
Happened that caused them
To abandon a homestead that
Looked like it was ideal at one
Time. Life throws us curves
And we cannot hit them all out
Of the park. There are times
When you strikeout. Sickness,
Death and other opportunities
Give you a reason to collect
Yourself and move on. I wonder
About the children who were
Raised there. Where did they
Go to school and church
Did they have friends who
Lived in homes no longer existing
Did their chores tie them down,
To the point that they were ready
To leave when it was their time to
Take over and run the family
Enterprise. It is normal to want
To break loose and go out on your
Own. This happens frequently
Especially today when transportation
Does not seem to be a problem
Oh, to go back and know, but that
Is just a dream. We will have to let
Our imaginations go to work
Stanski
April 9, 2022 ^
Steve Haarman 