Past Glory – Anna G Stone

As I gaze
upon the hills
of deadened grass
and purple haze,
I think of better
days gone by;
Of thick green pastures,
barns stacked full,
of endless rainfall,
dams like swimming pools.
Oh, how times change
from then to now,
when there’s not much feed
for just one cow.
I turn my head
and blink both eyes,
I cannot stand
for the land to hear my cries.