Very little (if any) poetic merit in this, my final poem for the 2017 Poetry Marathon. But an awful lot of love.
When I look at the old farm around me
Three things I never fail to see:
I accept how it is, I remember how it was,
and I still dream of how it will be.
This is where I’ll end my days.
This is where I made my start.
This is where I have found my peace.
This is where I’ll rest my heart.