Prompt--Place

Three Rows of Gold
It was three rows long, with ten hay-bails each,
on the edge of the land where the family use to meet.
Laughter still echos and memories still shine,
after so many years of growing and passing time.
The four of us always loved jumping from row to row,
or maybe it was the company we enjoyed so.
Two younger sister's, two older brother's,
Related by heart but not father or mother.
The rows are still there,
even after all these years have passed.
Though the children are not the same,
it's a different generation, children of a different name.
Though we still stand and watch from the side,
underneath that old pine.