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.
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