Abandoned Little Home - Poem by Marilyn Lott
It is the cutest little house
You wonder about its story
You know that it was lovely
In bygone days with all its glory.
A couple, probably newly weds
Moved in and made big plans
Worked together relentlessly
On this worn ‘ole dried out land.
Babies then were born
A family to pass it on
This little house and windmill
A place they could belong.
As I travel ‘cross the country
So many homes like this
They are blessed, I know they are
With a gentle Angel's kiss.
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