It was fallin' apart
Tin on the roof
Boards littered the ground
The fence was no better
All torn up and ragged
The chute?
It, too, had seen better days
There's old car's in the pasture
Hood's wide open
Door's rusted shut
The old piles of "junk" in the junkyard
Are now scattered all around
There's dead tree's here and there
And live one's that look to be ailing
Old powerlines, once high off the ground
Now, seem to be sagging
machinery and wood
Tires, metal
An old, bent-up fence
All tangled with wire
You think this is ugly?
You're wrong, don't you see?
The charm of this place
Is worth so much to me
More than city or suburb
Could EVER be.
