When drought was on the land the water shrank
In Baldwin valley, and the hidden ooze
Rose into sight behind the holding wall;
And as the level of the water sank
Revealed were long-submerged but patent clues
To what had been a farmstead, neat and small.
And where the remnants of a road and bank
Reached the old stream a bridge, with stones now loose,
Stood in the waters which did slowly fall,
Relic of by-gone days, forgotten, blank.
And so within my mind at times appears
A scene long hidden which I thought was lost,
Brought to my notice at some pain and cost,
Something that long lay drowned in all my tears.
Weekly Times 10.6.60