SPRING OF 1887

The weather was now warmer, beautiful were the days,

Times were changing, it was the Spring of 1887.

A father and my fanily would have to move away,

Hard times, I could see the tears form in his tired eyes.

A new family bought our farm, this place where I grew,

Memories for me as I passed it by each day.

My husbands niece would come to live and stay,

A young girls father whom would soon pass away.

There was much happiness mixed with the struggles of life,

A town in the Spring of 1887 is where I could be found.

Times were changing but much life was still ahead,

Times with family and friends, written words and books to come.

Keith Garrett