Euginia Liapich Poet I do not know?

I Recall

I recall 
A sweet, white, quaint and quiet home
The place where no one wished to live
Ideal for the overcoming grief
Once the neighbors had settled they stayed there 
And the newcomers intimidated with foul air 
So neighbors we for centuries knew
I think of misfit as our pool
That near the over consumer put

And when we drained it wasn’t gone 
Instead—a shadow on our yard
The yard that once 
Served as a paradise for us
With aged,unkempt ,yet charming barn
The barn that withered now shrunk

And then—the gentle ribbon of blue
Near which the Fertile Forest grew
The snow which verdant pines highlight
The leaves that gilded in the fall
The delicate buds that grew in spring
And in the summer sap with string
 Inside which that we came to bathe 
The water murky did we care?
And through the stream where trout swam
With glimpse of sun in Humid days

And then the rusted shower cabin
Blackened with rot, yet smell wonderful
Outhouse with a giant black hole 
So enormous you fought not to fall

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Poet Destroyer A November 27, 2013 at 2:01 AM Euginia, Thank you for spreading and sharing your kindness. I am very grateful and thankful to all who have been supportive of me one way or another. Your heartfelt words are the main attraction of who you are… Thanks for your inspiring visit. ----- Happy Thanksgiving ~ LINDA