Redundant Cottage
Abandoned, dry and brittle
Aged and neglected, still standing.
Timbers dry, even too whittle
Lost and non-commanding.
Here you could feel free as you can be
While early autumn hues grace the land.
Sounds from a lake you can see
The water lapping a shore of sand.
Not so distant Eagles fish
An Osprey tends its roost.
Softly a breeze flows as I wish
I resided, no need to nudge or boost.
Through broken windows
Tattered curtains hang.
Once belonged to a widow
Still, a wind chime rang.
I ponder the tales
And history within,
Roses blooming, arbors frail
I want to move in.
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