The End of The Farm

Down on the farm, the family was losing hope;

The cupboards were bare, the harvest said: “nope.”

All the little life left depended on one little seed.

The farmboy looked at it, hoping for everything he would need.

The small seed, which was planted in the ground,

The family prayed for apples abound.

But, of course, a tree takes time to grow, as we all know,

And in the farmhouse, the family grew famished, from head to toe.

The first thing to go was the farmhouse dog,

When hunger’s icy hand pulled into poisonous fog.

But then old cousin Jeffrey, and dear Michael too,

Both driven mad to close the burning flue.

But death didn’t stop, increasing its tally,

But wait, oh no! There goes old aunt Sally!

Hunger and death, hand in hand,

Searched the house for more members of its motley band.

Then old Gramps and Gran, their old bones laid to rest,

Their old Bible went with them, they died a bless’d.

Mom and dad, both started looking green,

They went to a place that can’t be seen.

They young farmboy, the only one not dead,

Went up to cry, alone in his bed.

He promised himself, head heart and soul,

That he would make death pay for it’s relentless toll.

So he went to the seed, now a small tree,

Now bearing fruit as anyone could see.

The boy gave it sunlight and water and all the rest,

Then placed a delicate, red-blotched hat upon its crest.

For winter was coming, the little boy knew.

And with hunger, the cold can certainly get you.

But death played its trump card, hadn’t anticipated,

Death knew this was something the boy hated.

The frost! Oh, the treacherous frost!

The little tree, oh, all could be lost!

The boy brought the little tree inside,

For sly death seduced Mother Nature outside.

However, the boy’s efforts were not enough.

The leaves on the tree were not up to snuff.

Death reached out it’s deadly clasp,

And the boy’s hand accepted it’s grasp.

So near that farm, no one will roam,

And in the ground, nothing grows in the loam.

So death and injury, seemingly out of place,

Can strike at any time, to cripple like a mace.