Abandon Farm House

I quietly walk through its abandoned rooms. Softly as a mouse. So as not to disturb or rouse. I try to feel, reach out to past. Sense what has come to pass. I listen intently to the silence. Free my senses from constraint An penance. I slowly walk down its thorough fare. Past rooms of gloom an dusty ceils. Into a kitchen of yore an backdoor. I stop and close my eyes. Reach out to lives cast. Hoping for a vision that lasts Of this farm house, Long past.