“The Farm” a poem

As the sun goes down on the farm
and the colors turn to gray
thinking of times gone
my mind slips away
as I feel my way

Just like olden times
worked out in muscle and blood
the circle carries us around
we hope we find love
as we feel our way

Ponies grazing in the yard
sweetness on the breeze
my troubles seem so far
once they had names
but I let them go away