Paper I knew I had to visit the scenic spot, for
It reminded me of my childhood, and I am
Hopelessly nostalgic.
I found the location after a half hour of
Driving and a few wrong turns.
The homestead is a replica of a 1930s era
Farm, akin to mine, but much smaller and
Not totally accurate.
I didn't mind.
I walked through the farm house unescorted and
I reminisced.
"Yes, we had canning jars like those,
And a pump organ like that one and handmade
Quilts."
I wandered around the pond and stopped to
Watch the sheep grazing in the
Pasture.
In the barn I saw an old corn sheller.
I told the farm hand standing next to it,
"I remember turning the crank of one of
Those on our farm."
I ended my tour by sitting on a swing on
The front porch.
A snowball bush, just like the one in our
Front yard decorated the lawn.
The tranquil country landscape was new to
Me and yet so familiar.
I'm glad I was alone.
I didn't need to make conversation.
I didn't need to hurry on.
I could linger as long as I liked pushing
Back and forth,
Back and forth on the slatted swing and
Be back home.