I miss the farm that I never had-
Apple blossoms on the old homestead,
With leaning barns and placid cows,
And home-stitched quilt, on my brass bed.
I miss the meals that I never ate-
Hand churned butter on flowered plate,
Whole fat milk in a jelly glass;
How slowly days would come to pass.
I miss the folks that I never knew-
Mama, Daddy; the whole farm crew,
Tilling fields from dawn to dusk-
Sweetest bunch; wish that it were true.
I miss my grave on the hill above
Rows of cornfields and two grey doves;
Mourning early, mourning late-
As one dream away, I embrace fate.
Patti Masterman
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-miss-the-farm/
