Thursday, May 22, 2008
Empty windows speak rebuke
beside the country two-lane road,
paint peels and tin rusts and curls
on roof that no longer shelters living hearts.
Lean and list, yet still upright
the house stands as testament
to times and living long since done while
shadows of the present brush old walls.
There was the garden, there the pump
to sweet well water far below
there is the barn, no springtime rush
of birthing cows and clucking hens
The home forgotten stands alone
as evening traffic rushes by,
the gate swings open but not one soul
comes to visit in the past.
Photos by Haley Ford, May 16, 2008