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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

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