The drive is long,
Stretching on and on.
Probably as long
as the farm we are
Driving to.
The farm
was Poppa's
Before he passed.
Now
It's Dad's:
The land.
And Nonna
Lives in the
Old farmhouse
Behind it.
I spot the telltale tint
Of gold and yellow
Like sun on ocean water's,
Where the barely
and the wheat
Have begun to mature.
And I see
the row of silos,
that snake their way
Down the hill.
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Life On Hold
RomanceA young country girl's life is put on hold by her grandmother's cancer and she goes into the city in search of something to make her whole again. She finds it in a young man. PLEASE LEAVE VOTES AND COMMENTS AND SHARE THIS STORY AROUND! xxx
