No Ordinary House

It was no ordinary house as it stood over a century before. Grounds unkempt were English Gardens, lovely and adored. Entertaining aristocratic guests, in all their adorning splendor; Discussing plans, business arrangements and donating legal tender. Her Life once exuded annual balls and teas for heads of state. Left untouched till crucial war, her innocence then was raped. Transformed, to a hospital for Rebels, her beauty did digress. Decrepit, not the architectural splendor she once possessed. Without compassion, torched, preventing foes the ultimate prize. In haste they retreat assuming the house would face her demise. Through passing years rumors are told because of God’s grace; She did not burn to the ground; here a miracle did take place. It is told that haunting spirits of those who passed within, Denied the destruction, believing to destroy her would be a sin Others state that the ***** slaves who tilled and worked her land, Extinguished the fire to assist Yankees, preferring their political plan. Today she stands not as her former self but as a recollection, Of an eccentric and class ridden way of life lost by insurrection. Fighting for a philosophy of life and what this country should be. Continue a southern way of life or set their working slaves free She reminds us of destructive forces, a brother against brother war, An abomination in a country, blood soaked grounds, we do deplore. This house has endured, the best and worst of times long past Not as a mansion of beauty but a structure that has been recast Her grounds are haunted by the spirits who relished in her glory; And those who agonized within her walls to pass on down the story. On a quiet, moonlit summer night, is heard, cries of tortured souls. You may see apparitions of aristocrats discussing political goals. Yes, this is not an ordinary house as her history does possess A memory, so painful, which allowed this country to progress