Down a back country road
Where the grass grows high;
Tin roofs peak through over grown weeds.
A wooden floor creaks inside,
An aged farmhouse.

Long forgotten by human inhabitants,
Memories like ghosts,
Wash over the ivy covered,
Crumbling walls.

The old staircase,
Once grand and often climbed
By those with sticky hands,
Now sits in a heap of
Old wood and metal.

The old kitchen fireplace,
Stands alone on a crumbled wall.
The stones show the signs
Of smoke from fires long cooled,
Even as a tree,
Grows up through the chimney.

The old wallpaper
Peeling, once a cheery Rose pattern,
From the parlor walls.
The old crystal chandelier,
Once bright and shining,
Now hangs by a wire,
Frying,
On a little patch of wooden beams
And ceiling, even as the stars
Shine through the cracks.

The once wraparound porch,
Now a sagging roof
And missing boards.
You can still see the old white paint,
Flacking off the aged railing.
A once well-loved swings
Only memory left is
Nothing more then
A rusty chain hanging down
And a bits of wood on the ground.

The old picket fence,
Nothing more than a few posts.
The old dirt road,
Full of pot holes and
Long weeds,
Overgrown and unruly.
The once beautiful flower beds,
Now rabbit food and weeds.

Nothing left of its one time grandeur,
Save for shadows of a past,
Memories long forgotten.
Long sat abandoned and unseen
By human eyes.
And me, me a lone soul,
A wanderer, setting eyes
On the past,
Long forgotten
By people long
Past, from
Times long gone.

Down a back country road,
A lazy patch of light filters
Through the tree tops.
And there I stand,
The lone wanderer,
Watching the ghosts
Of an old forgotten house,
Dance in the dying light.

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Beautiful

>right here?<
thank you :)

Wow! i do like the longer poems a little more cause i think they require more thought to put together. great job again

Thank you :)
It honestly did not take much to write... once I got going :)

@mrb89: Daaaaang you are on a roll! Very good two thumbs up and a high five!

Thank you :D

Great imagery and description. This is the style of poetry I love. Really enjoyed reading it. :)

@alynn: thank you, it was fun writing, and I love the way it came out myself!

Absolutely amazing. Could almost imagine the poem being read and an imagery of the poems description being projected, so that it looks like the house is once again rebuilt to its original beauty. Reverse imagery. Cool. I love poetry and the expression of ones inner soul in verse.