There was always going to come the day
When we had to say goodbye
But be that as it may
It's still hard not to cry
From the towering gum trees
To the lily-pad speckled dam
The slopes, the bushland, the valleys
All made for a rich tapestry of land
Just like the crops it nurtured
So too did we grow
For 4 generations we blossomed
All calling The Farm 'home'
We'll carry with us the countless memories
This family treasure holds
A place that was cherished by so many
Because it's seeped into our blood and bones
No more will this land see our toil
No more will this land see our laughs
But it shall forever remain sacred Cassidy soil,
Farewell The Farm, always in our hearts.
5 comments:
I understand completely what you are saying. My cousin took over the running of our farm a couple of months ago. It just wasn't the same once my dad died last year. So many memories. I'd love to hear more about it one day.
I feel for you. It's so hard saying goodbye to a family farm. It's more than a house. It's your work, your playground and holds so many memories. It looks beautiful.
Oh. This makes me weepy. Land is something that truly does hold energy, a very difficult thing to leave behind. But rest assured, those 4 generations of Cassidys have given something back to the ground there, for the next custodians to receive. The photos are gorgeous. So sorry your family has to move on :( xxxx
Oh this is so sad!
As a kid I always wanted to live on a farm, and the other day my daughter said she wanted to as well. There is something romantic about the notion I think, though no doubt it is a lot of work in the long run.
Oh, Donna! So beautiful but so heartbreaking to have let go of something that's been such a huge part of your family.
The photos are breathtaking.
At least there are the precious memories.
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