Sandra Osborne


Here - Poem by Sandra Osborne

An old house, sitting
upon a lonely hill,
surrounded by gray,
abandoned, dead cotton.

It beckons,
calls from the past.
Voices long gone,
people, pets, children
running along the lane...
Ghosts of antiquity.

I ache as the high grass bows,
the bushes, un-kept and wild,
the bleak unpainted walls,
black, dirt covered and chipped.

Here,
The winds are the only voices,
screaming, 'Where did they go? '
The family who lived, laughed, and loved here?

Here,
Where now live the mice, ants and birds.

Here,
Where the sun rises and sets,
Upon an old, abandoned house.

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  • (1/7/2005 8:37:00 PM)


    You did a good job ofr evoking the loneliness and the memories. I liked the poem. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 7, 2005



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