Old House
By rauffray
Old house Once upon a time A home To hopeful would-be pioneers Now Empty Abandoned Grey Weather-bleached boards Sagging roof Is it voices from long ago I hear From your dark within? Or is it the wind Moaning through your empty window frames As it passes On its way To the desolate prairie? Beyond Memories Written July 31st, 1993 © on Oct 07 2001 06:20 AM PST 10 • 0 • 1
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