What was saw

These are things which I saw over and over today. Tomorrow, I think a story.

Boarded peeling clapboard houses
Drainage ditches overflowing
Clods of tilled earth, sinking
The plow, which yields not
Single crop fields stretching to Iowa
Lots for sale
Piles of discarded apple trees, waiting for kerosine
Muddy livestock, spread out in open frozen fields, miles from home
Hog barns behind faded red bank barns, half sunken in and fallen over.
The farmers hope for wealth, freedom and quiet; But more likely, his absolute ruin