Puffs of dust about my feet, walking to the house
Eyes upon curling colors of paint, hearing that
Was once there, seeing people who once were
Among sounds and shadows of this proud house
Memories, thoughts, laughter, tears and fears
Echoes bounce around the halls and walls
Fading slowly into time with walls crumble
Stumbling amongst the rotten floorboards
Standing, looking back until it appears that
The house is just another shack amidst the
Droughted paddocks and gnarled trees
Finally disappearing, never a part of life again.
“Leigh”
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