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.