While none inside the house had stirred Into the walls was etched the family proverb; “To thine own land, thy shall be true Until the land takes care of you.” December's snow was melting fast Running us through with streaks of blue Hugging us cold, as if we'd asked it to The water trickled past the ground Underneath: A silent sound Eroding away, this foundation's overdue But will you ever listen to A boy's solemn wisdom? A sadness of the likes I have never witnessed A hundred fifty years of family traditions Their eloquence of watering his eyes As eloquent as the snow-fell water on the rise December's snow had payed them well The frost was banking far more ^^than what they could sell But holed up below, the sinking's made itself known First it payed a visit to the crops, then the barn came a-crashing and the ground fell through Then it sank without a stop To the house which split in two A wonder of the likes I have never witnessed 15 minutes of nature's traditions They had it coming while I've never had a say It's unbecoming of me in this place to ever stay