For a hundred years and more
She stood and kept watch
Oh, the stories she could tell
Beginning with herself
A shell of her former splendor
When in her prime she wore
A crown of leafy glory
Shades of green and gold
Her placement marked a lane
Entrance to some farmer's dream
One hundred-sixty acres, stock
Children and his own true love
No longer can the passer by tell
Once a farmstead stood proud
Just a lonely sentinel's shell
To remember the days of old
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