While none inside the house had stirred Into the walls was etched the family proverb To thine own land, thy shall be true Until the land takes care of you. Decembers snow was melting fast Running us through with streaks of blue Hugging us cold, as if wed asked it to The water trickled past the ground Underneath A silent sound Eroding away, this foundations overdue But will you ever listen to A boys solemn wisdom? A sadness of the likes I have never witnessed A hundred fifty years of family traditions Their eloquence of watering his eyes As eloquent as the snowfell water on the rise Decembers snow had payed them well The frost was banking far more than what they could sell But holed up below, the sinkings made itself known First it payed a visit to the crops, then the barn came acrashing and the ground fell through Then it sank without a stop To the house which split in two A wonder of the likes I have never witnessed 15 minutes of natures traditions They had it coming while Ive never had a say Its unbecoming of me in this place to ever stay
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