There It Sat
It was a gorgeous house
Dated in its style
A stone-walled bungalow
Quiet sitting up on a hill
I’d never seen a sign of life
And the stories lurked about
Owned by an old photographer
Whose son had hung himself
A house that seemed abandoned
Where everyone had left their soul
In some form passed away and died
Leaving just the ghosts to roam
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Posted on February 13, 2019
Copyright © Line Gauthier | Year Posted 2019
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