~The farm of my ancestors, now without electricity and owned by an Amish farmer~
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Clouds hang like a blanket over the mountain as I drive down the road
Back to where my roots run deep, and corn grows nine feet tall
To the valley where my mother and grandmother and her mother were born
Past the farm where I spent my summers working during my teen years
Where cows were milked and hay was baled and stories flowed freely
Today I am driving down the road my parents and grandparents traveled
reflecting on how much has changed and how much is still the same
What has not changed are the fields of green alfalfa and rows of tall corn
Amish buggies with black tops still clip clop down the road in this world
where time has stopped… and the world moved on at a faster pace
Memories float through my mind as I drive down the road
letting the Valley envelop me and fill my soul with nostalgia
Photos: Dwight L. Roth
Posting for Open Link night at d’Verse
This week we traveled through Central Pennsylvania visiting friends and family. It was beautiful with cooler weather and breathtaking scenery.
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