You see them along the highway

old tumbled down cow sheds

still left from when there were farms

and hard working farmers

the decaying sheds reminding us

of what used to be

sheds now turned gray as moss

caved in with

rusted roofs and rusted wire

still holding on

but leaning like drunks

old gates hanging open

cedar posts weathered

almost petrified

so many years gone by

since anyone came to feed

to milk

to close the gate

hard work took its toil

on a hard working people

whose legacy is lost to time

now weeds grow over Cotton rows

and plows stand idle

as relics on unbroken ground

forgotten are those fields and farms

sweat and muscle kept them going

those who came after

let them go to seed.