Where The Wildflowers Grow

On an old home place in the hills.
There are violets and daffodils.
The old home place burnt down.
Leaves now cover the ground.

It looks like an empty place.
Old cars in the back space.
The chimney is still there.
It is neglected without care.

No one lives there any more.
Kids come there to explore.
But once there was some folks.
A lady and a man who told jokes.

He had a still behind the barn.
She liked to crochet with yarn.
His dog would chase the cars.
She loved to look at the stars.

He dug the ground one day.
She planted roses that May.
The wind began to blow.
Where the wildflowers grow.