A Family Farm Written by Ziibi linked with week 83 at Dverse 45.043368 -92.821871 Advertisements 10 thoughts on “A Family Farm” Old homesteads often hold many memories…some warm others bring tears. Reply Spirits inhabit old houses and places where human passions were expressed, love given, lives began and ended. Then there are the spirit catchers that are able to see, touch and breathe life into those human things that have long laid dormant until gently awaked by the soft hand and consuming eyes of a poet. Beautiful River. Reply In memory of the abandoned farms we used to poach for a night. Reply dang river…wicked flow to this…and little snatches of imagery that weave together nicely into a story….so many stories contained in those walls… Reply What a picture you have painted here. Beautiful! A space inhabited by the here and now and the before… Reply Lovely little elegy here, River – you touched me again… Scott http://www.scotthastie.com Reply A great picture you paint here, lovely ! Reply Beautiful piece, River. Reply Thought I just left a comment, not sure where it went. Anyway, I love this, River. Reply old houses almost speak their stories don’t they. great poem. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google+ account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email.