Just a whisper of what it once was, four walls
and an A-line roof implied, large trees around
this quiet scene have born witness - yet can-
not advise what’s gone in mysterious sighs
I suspect suffering hoping I am wrong, there
may have been the joy of young love, a child
and then the house seemed too small so they
moved to a larger home – an inspired idea
Leaving me with happy anticipation for other
ruins and the realisation hope is the only thing
that keeps our blood flowing and our hearts
free from paralysis of pain and fear
Come, let’s go, there are more beautiful places
waiting for discovery
Photo:
http://oreillyronel.blogspot.com
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