The Farmhouse
She rocks in her chair all day in the farmhouse
The house which sits across the fields from the barns,
Widowed long ago by the death of her spouse.
The stories about her, the woman who darns
She once was the life of this farm town, they say.
Now she sits and knits with her drab colored yarns.
She was a wonderful woman till that day
That day when her life was turned upside down.
The day of his death was a spring day in May
The first time in her life she wore a black gown.
Her permanent smile was turned to a sad frown.
