Frost on my doorstep,
Winter is near,
Trees move with purpose,
Sound never clear,

Picturesque scene
Left us with fall,
Colors of autumn,
Forgotten by all,

Days become short,
Candlelight dinner
Fireplace warmth,
Scent of fresh timber,

Body is wary,
Covered in filth,
Rest in the tub,
The farm is now still,

Tuck children in place,
Whisper to sleep
All dream of Christmas,
What presents will be,

A humble mans life,
The year 1820,
Generations of family,
Lay here before me,

In tradition of spirit,
I think of your journey,
Each wall that I pass,
Reliving your story,

If only to travel,
Back to the day,
To show you the pictures,
Of what you have made,

I wonder if ever,
Imagined for moments,
The house that was built,
By your hands would be open,

Open to family,
Filled with such life,
Almost 200 years,
Your homestead survives


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