kkart
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Description: To see this made me sad....here it sat....the gate locked with a sign saying "Please leave gate unlocked, inspector coming at 2:30" I sat here just shooting away, thinking, about how long it has been there...ages probably. Probably late 1800's and was in the family for years. More than likely sold off to pay bills as the farm couldn't turn a profit anymore. Someone manage to mow part of the farmyard though to keep it all tip top and in shape. I wonder if they'll tear it down....I would think and hope not. It's one saving grace that it may have is that it is essentially on site of a county park. American Farmers....it sure is sad what has happened to them over the years.
Daniels Park, Colorado
Minolta 5d/Minolta 18-200 DT Lens/Singh-Ray CPL
Shutter Speed: 1/320 second
F Number: F/9.0
Focal Length: 90 mm
ISO Speed: 100
I thought the song below pretty well illustrated the entire scene.
Rain on the Scarecrow-John Cougar
Scarecrow on a wooden cross blackbird in the barn
Four hundred empty acres that used to be my farm
I grew up like my daddy did my grandpa cleared this land
When I was five I walked the fence while grandpa held my hand
Chorus:
Rain on the scarecrow blood on the plow
This land fed a nation this land made me proud
And son Im just sorry theres no legacy for you now
Rain on the scarecrow blood on the plow
Rain on the scarecrow blood on the plow
The crops we grew last summer werent enough to pay the loans
Couldnt buy the seed to plant this spring and the farmers bank foreclosed
Called my old friend schepman up to auction off the land
He said john its just my job and I hope you understand
Hey calling it your job ol hoss sure dont make it right
But if you want me to Ill say a prayer for your soul tonight
And grandmas on the front porch swing with a Bible in her hand
Sometimes I hear her singing take me to the promised land
When you take away a mans dignity he cant work his fields and cows
Therell be blood on the scarecrow blood on the plow
Blood on the scarecrow blood on the plow
Well theres ninety-seven crosses planted in the courthouse yard
Ninety-seven families who lost ninety-seven farms
I think about my grandpa and my neighbors and my name
And some nights I feel like dyin like that scarecrow in the rain