The weather was now warmer, beautiful were the days,

Times were changing, it was the Spring of 1887.

A father and my family 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 husband’s niece would come to live and stay,

A young girl’s father who 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


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