I walked along this this familiar path.
It leads to our farm…
A land passed on from generations to generations.
I had spent a lot of afternoons here during my childhood
Playing with neighboring kids under the ‘lumboy’ tree;
Helping in the planting of corn & crops,
Harvesting them
And enjoying the family picnics.
These are just few of the still vivid memories i had.
I walked there again last week…
The trees lining it had grown big and tall
The soil now covered with dried fallen leaves.
The farm still much alive…but much of dear souls we had lost
As i walked, i lingered a little, for a while
Some things never changed…
I will hold them and keep them in my heart
Until i walk again to the farm