A century has passed by, and I stand here all alone. I still hear the laughter and the shared secrets of those young hearts. All around me, and within these walls, the breeze
sang, and let the drapes on the windows flutter while the walls hugged memories in frames black and white. Has it been that long ago that horses were tethered to the posts and gallant souls
rushed into this home with good news? how hard she worked continuously, to keep this place clean and full of joy and warmth, and where no one felt the bitter of winter. If you could
walk inside this home, you would still smell the fragrance of her pies, and feel the warmth of hay in the back, and know that pails of milk would soon be brought by the young boys. Can you
hear the bells around the necks of the cattle grazing on this green grass? In the darkened barn I smell the sweat of the horses, and feel the energy of their muscles, even today, as I stand here alone and forsaken!
ZSA May 25 2014