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.