The Great House

Sandy Springs is a quiet town Not much really to be found Except at the end of main street A Great House you will greet Gothic height with pointed tower A skirt of pillars commanding power Windows long and tightly shutter Pale white stone in shades of butter Bluish slate roof with chimneys six Grand front porch and path of bricks Trees full and saluting in line Shading their trail with scent of pine Balconies inviting but sadly bare Emptiness bequeath minimum care Stories of three basement below Once a rich baron grandly owned Sits by itself on a whole city block All gates are chained and locked Such a shame for waste of space The Great House stares out of place Once the very center of town life Magnificent balls dominated nightlife Officials were made bribes paid Everything of importance it swayed Now stoic silent and fading alone Stripped of it's riches walls bone The Great House accepts its fate Grandly in style it deteriorates.