Ode to a farmhouse

This was originally drafted last year -- July, 2009.  Never posted.  I am not sure why I never posted it, but it seems appropo now, considering the farmhouse is gone. The city has claimed the land via emminent domain to soon build a huge bypass.  There is nothing left at the farmhouse but weeds. Ground up tree stumps. A demolished fireplace. An open foundation. And a ton of memories. 




















Dear farmhouse, thank you so much for all that you have given to so many of us. While I have only known you for less than a decade, Mark has known you for all his life. His mom lived here with her many siblings and has fond memories.  For me, you provide the perfect tree for my children to climb and to hit a pinata with their distant relatives. You provide the perfect cement slab for watching the trains go by. You provide the perfect land to run around and play. The perfect sheds to go exploring and discovering old treasures. You provide the perfect home for us to gather at. To reflect on life. To reconnect with family. To appreciate our elders. To think about our elders growing up in this house. The history in these walls runs deep. I don't know much of it, but I can feel it when I step onto your land, dear farmhouse. I will miss you sorely.