Louise and Rulon’s Montana Homestead in Augusta
On the billowing, russet prairie
Stands an empty farmhouse-
Windows gone, doors sagging.
Wind soughs mournfully under eaves
Stands an empty farmhouse
Russian thistle tumbles past
Wind soughs mournfully under eaves
To the murmurs of dead voices
Russian thistle tumbles past.
Desolate, silent grim witness
To the murmurs of dead voices
Gone the kerosene lantern-lit faces
Desolate, silent, grim witnesses
Gone the herd, the flock, the field
Gone the kerosene lantern-lit faces
Tempered by tough Montana times
Gone the herd, the flock, the field
Gone the bison who roamed
The billowing russet prairie
Where the empty farmhouse stands.
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