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There sits along a well traveled road, a house forgotten so long ago Brown faded logs, bleached from hot Summers seasons Stand proud against its kindred trees Its roof top still shelters the memories it holds As the stack from a chimney serves as anchor below White linen curtain now tattered and soiled Snag against each splintered pane The lattice now gone where roses once thrived Bountiful garden, now scarcely alive Cupboards lay claim to a family of six Nestled and sleeping among their beds wove from sticks Barn owl now perched, as it waits for the shadows too grow taller As the daylight grows dimmer with each passing hour Strong against the test of time, a house is still standing Very much, Still alive Standing strong against the clearings