They Burned the Home Place Down Today
by Nancy Hoppe Lowe
Echos of voices now silent.
Tears and laughter of souls no longer there.
Memories, with the smoke,
rise to heaven like prayers.
The land, the house, the big white barn.
Witnesses to the love and struggle,
The pain and pride of the generations
they sheltered and sustained.
Time.
Relentless and unforgiving.
Both enemy and friend.
Brought them to this day.
Brought them to this end.
My father’s home.
This place of his birth.
Now, ravaged by time
Returns to the earth.
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