Abandoned
I stood before an abandon house.
Time had broken its spirit.
It’s ridge bent and broke.
Still it was majestic.
It held some pride.
A century since first hammer and nail.
Yet I wondered of it’s life.
I wondered how many had lived there.
Called it their home.
Their pride.
I wondered of the tears
that surely flowed.
Through slamming of doors.
I wondered of the celebrations.
The candles.
The laughter.
I wondered of the trees.
That lived their lives with it.
Standing firm.
Protecting.
I wondered how long
It will stand.
Before enough is enough.
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