While none inside the house had stirred,
Into the walls was etched the family proverb;
“To thine own land, thy shall be true,
Until the land takes care of you.â€
December's snow was melting fast
Running us through with streaks of blue
Hugging us cold, as if we'd asked it to.
The water trickled past the ground
Underneath: A silent sound
Eroding away, this foundation's overdue.
But will you ever listen to
A boy's solemn wisdom?
A sadness of the likes I have never witnessed.
A hundred fifty years of family traditions
Their eloquence of watering his eyes
As eloquent as the snow-fell water on the rise.
December's snow had payed them well
The frost was banking far more ^^than what they could sell
But holed up below, the sinking's made itself known.
First it payed a visit to the crops, then the barn came a-crashing and the ground fell through.
Then it sank without a stop
To the house which split in two.
A wonder of the likes I have never witnessed.
15 minutes of nature's traditions.
They had it coming while I've never had a say
It's unbecoming of me in this place to ever stay.