Driving Through Virginia

Driving through Virginia
I see abandoned farms
roofless silos sprouting trees
rotting cow sheds in dense weeds
apple trees planted by people now gone
choked by saplings but dripping with fruit
still following seasons
Such farms breathe old stories
Tell of families dispersed

On a far hill black cows sleep in the shade
pinwheeled hay rolls dry in a field
end of season corn stalks rattle in the breeze
some are still following old ways