The house was a sad and pitiful sight
When I saw it on I-40 as I took a drive
I was shocked the moment I saw it
It didn’t look like it could possibly survive
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A charming poem Only A Ghost of a House i'd say; it makes you ponder when looking yonder, at a place only ghosts now stay! Best wishes! Friend Thad *10*! !
This was beautifully done....loved it. Reminds me of a lot of barns I have seen over the years. This house once meant something to someone. Well done!
Perhaps your ghost of a house Isn't a ghost at all But only what you see Which is the roof and walls. Inside you will find it filled with memories That are there, though covered with dust Happy times and sadness that no one sees Yet a history of a family's living trust. And yes the boards are warped and worn And the weeds grow about the yard Like the carrion Of a crow or some other bird. That's all that's left After the bones are picked clean. What Nature's dealt To Man it seems. But that 'Ghost of a House' Looks over the fields And revives in most, The memory of bountiful yields. Where man (and woman) Committed to try When times were rough and there was no plan Yet with faith in God, they'd get by. And they moved on to another day And left the house as witness And to say, That there will be light in the darkness.
I have always been fascinated with the idea of houses representing lives. The shape, decor, architecture and condition all metaphors for someone's life. Indeed I have used it in my own poetry. Though maybe not the way you intended it, I looked at this with eyes of my own perspective...and I enjoyed it very much.