I stand here watching as I am not noticed but observe I do,
By an old, leafless tree I watch this scene hidden in the shadows.
A long time ago I see in front of me an old farmhouse of red,
Old, withered, fences surround the house and land, many trees in the distance stand.
A sky of clouded blue is a part of this picture seen from my eyes,
To the left of me slowly walking is a young man and horse,
Their shadows follow along as they head on down the road.
Covered with leaves is the ground as the look and feel of Fall is around,
A wagon sits unhitched close to where it is that I stand,
A picture from a long time ago, not recognizing where I am.
A picture of a place that once used to be, now just a picture of a memory.