The Old House

Sun baked

Wind rocked

Rain soaked

Frost bitten

It stood for one hundred years

Seeing many families’

Laughter and tears

Now an eyesore

And in the way

This was its burial day

As the bucket bit in

With deadly aim

I thought I could hear

Its memories

Screaming in pain

Now the grounds have been

Smoothed with no muss

Making it appear

Like it never was…

©February 22, 2008

Faye Sizemore