Ode To An Abandoned Farmhouse

It’s just an old abandoned farmhouse

On a weedy, grown up moor

I suspect that it has stood there

For a century or more

Its boards are firm but weathered

From it’s windows, shards of glass

Rusted tin upon the rooftop

Keeps its floor as dry as ash

 

How many has it sheltered

Through the years till its demise?

Children’s heights are duly noted

Notches cut and age inscribed

Dejectedly it stands there

Just affronted and ignored

After years of faithful service

Held in thoughtless disregard

 

It’s just an old abandoned farmhouse

On a weedy grown up moor

How faithfully it lingers there

How nobly it endures

Though winds of time shall stroke its eaves

And its tin roof rust and stain

As maturity’s honored by hoary crown

Its dignity shall remain

 

C R Clark

 

Thanks to Lenabem-Anna for the texture.

 

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