Sharon Ruebel Poet Personification

Watching

The eyes of the old house
   watch me as i pass by

    my steps quicken as i make haste
    past the wrinkled pallid face

    during the day i walk slowly
    for it is then that he is sleeping...

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Judy Konos May 11, 2013 at 7:25 AM Very Impressive Sharon, thank you...

Mandy Tams The Golden Girl March 16, 2013 at 5:02 AM This reminds me of an old farm house we used to pass, derelict with windows flapping in the wind and it always seemed as though it was watching, it was a spooky place in the day never mind the night..