The Old Homeplace Poem by L MILTON HANKINS
The Old Homeplace
I sift this charred and barren earth
for one small piece
of yesterday
Though all has melted like winter ice
before a fierce and ruthless fire.
The mansion house,
its lattice green
and columns white,
shutters and vanes
are gone.
The sounds of moving, living
sharing and giving
are silent.
And no more the folks
who walked these paths
and made this hallowed ground.
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4/24/2024 1:04:17 AM # 1.0.0.1119
One small place! ! ! Muse of love and life; Memories. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.