Family Farm

Alden Nash.

Only a road.

Going into Lowell.

Coming out of Alto.

 

Cows.

Only an animal.

Some are dairy,

The best are Angus.

 

1909.

Only a year.

Nothing memorable.

Nothing but one-hundred six years ago.

 

Family.

Three sons

Five grandkids,

A legacy.

 

Farm.

Ours is on Alden Nash.

Ours is Angus beef.

Ours is one-hundred six years old.

Ours is a Family Farm.

 

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