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Thursday, September 23, 2010

Nobody Left To Love Me


Someone always leaving
and never coming back.
The wooden houses left too long abandoned
to turn old and gray.

Weeds pushing apart . . .
Trees gone wild,
Fields taking over
Shredded curtains blowing in the wind.

Beams of weathered wood . . .
No longer able to hold in
The soft heartbeat of Home.

20 comments:

Milah said...

One of my favorite lines from the movie, The War, Elijah Wood say's, "All it needs is some lipstick and rouge."

That's what I see here, a little love could bring this house back to life.

COUNTRY GAL said...

I agree with Milah . Wonderful photo.

Margaret said...

Unfortunately, I guess there are a lot of lonely homes these days.
Margaret

George said...

What a nice poem and what a great picture to go with it.

Gary said...

I got lost in this photo for a few moments, imagining all the life that used to buzz in, out and around this house.

I can imagine children in the yard chasing their dogs, someone complaining about the heat as they do the wash on the porch. Talk of politics and corn prices in the chairs out front. I see the antenna on the roof and imagine the family huddled up around the TV set, watching the moon landing or any random Walter Cronkite newscast. I can almost smell the home cooking night after night for generations.

These are the things that life and memories are made of.

Brit Gal Sarah said...

We have many old homesteads like this around here, in fact I have been toying with the idea of a photo project on them. Great capture.

Mary Lou said...

That is the mirror image of the house I grew up in until I was 14.

racheld said...

How haunting and poignant, in this season of turnings and trees-going-bare.

Those old houses are just melting into the ground for lack of love, and like some of our own older generation, sit wasting away, week after week, awaiting the folks who never come.

What tales they could tell!

Aliene said...

You often wonder what has gone on on a home place like this. I remember a house just like that one. Wouldn't it be fun to restore?

Sandra said...

it is sad looking and i do love it so it has someone to love it. i would love to SEE it for real. and visit inside and sit on the porch and refurbish and live in it.

Khaki said...

Reminds me of the line..." if these walls could talk....". I love the photo and the poem. Reminds me of my husband's grandparents home. Treasured memories and a simpler life. Thanks for sharing

Betsy said...

Aww...that house does look rather lonely, doesn't it? We have a few old deserted houses around us...I always think they just need a little family to move in and fix them up.

AshTreeCottage said...

Just makes me want to rush over and give that house some lovin'!

Love,
Susan and Bentley
xxoo

bennie and patsy said...

How sad for a house to lose it's heart beat.
Patsy

Dee said...

My friend Rebecca directed me to your wonderful blog and I am now a new follower. Rebecca know's that My hobby is searching out dear old houses like the one you are sharing with us. Today I posted a nod from the past on my blog that I found while driving the back roads of South Carolina and I notice I chose to use a poem by Joyce Kilmer that you used in one of your previous posts. I think it expresses so well how I feel about these nods. :)

Stew said...

I watched two weeks ago as the Border Patrol demolished 14 homes and a church next to the bridge that crosses into Canada from here. Just this spring they were full of life. And now, life has moved on and growth has changed this old town forever.
I guess we can't go back. But we can remember.

Star said...

Poor, poor house; so alone and neglected. It does look forlorn, doesn't it.
Blessings, Star

AJ-OAKS said...

Oh another old house post. Love it! Can you imagine the history that house could tell you if only it could talk!
I really enjoy your blog.

Barbara Anne said...

I, too, see the house as it must have been in the past. Someone is rocking and fanning on the porch, children running in the yard, a swing hangs from a tree branch, and old roses grow in the garden. Yes, the fragrance of home cooking and a fruit pie cooling on the window sill is in the breeze.

I wish these lonely homes could be made safe so those who need homes could bring them alive again.

Hugs!

Rose said...

BEAUTIFUL!