Each time I pass this old homestead, my heart skips a beat.
Long ago abandoned, and neglected, I can't help but imagine her beauty and elegance in bygone times.
I fight the urge to hang a Christmas wreath on her weathered clapboard siding, and imagine her walls whispering "Thank You" for not forgetting.
Someone always leaving
and never coming back.
The wooden houses left too long abandoned
to turn old and gray.
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.
The soft heartbeat of Home.
8 comments:
Ah, I share your feelings. Life is so short!
Oh I wish you would Jo. Grapevine wreath or cedar perhaps. I have gone into old places like that and there are old thick wallpaper still on the walls and sometimes furniture and stoves. Love and loss, just like today.
Oh that brings tears to my eyes. I can picture a wreath and how sweet that would be. Old homes like that touch my heart anyway.
That would be nice if you did---Sad--- to smiles.
Now that's a sad old building!
Jo, It is sad to see old home and buildings just falling down from no one caring. I just wish it could be passed on the county or historical society...anyone who would love it back to a beautiful place again. Blessings, xoxo,Susie
I so totally agree. It is so sad to see these buildings abandoned. A wreath would be a lovely thing to do. Hugs, lJ
Oh, yes! Please do!
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