Washed up Memories

White cabins of worn out memories

Was all they knew

Others who followed

Wouldn’t have a clue

Singing their song

As they walked along

Coming back to nothing

Not knowing where they belong

Wonders of time

That went by

Closing their eyes

As flash backs filled them up

All they can remember is hardship

As fields of gold replaced

Times of old

Working hard for what they had

Burnt out crops

Anything that was rescued they were glad

As the sun dried up all that they had done

No rain for weeks

It was almost gone

Then out of no where

Like miracles that be

Towering of droplets

Immersing like the sea

Rain it fell hard

They were all in the fields

Showering and shouting

Singing its praise

This was a day

When something wonderful happened indeed

When all that they had wished for

To help them grow their seeds

Wash away the weeds

Bring on the crops

Wash down the porch

With your haze of raindrops

Scurrying to shelter

In a run down old shed

Now they fell to sleep

They lay here in their beds