Years the house stood vacant on the lot.
Damp and dust conjoined; mold grew.
Vines broke in, and became trees.
Ants turned beams to sand.
Winds beat against walls.
The house fell, and
it sank in
to the
mud.
Years the house stood vacant on the lot.
Damp and dust conjoined; mold grew.
Vines broke in, and became trees.
Ants turned beams to sand.
Winds beat against walls.
The house fell, and
it sank in
to the
mud.
Beautiful poem, David. When are you going to publish your poetry book?
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Thank you very much, G. That publication is still a long way off; I have yet to finish a complete manuscript.
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We know you will finish it David. You are great.
Have a lovely day tomorrow.
G.
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