A visit to the family farm after an extended period. |
September 5 Prompt: ▼ Abandoned to the Wild The land rises and falls Like coming home after all these years Chartreuse walls have faded, No longer the happy bright colour That welcomes one and all To the tiny farm house In the valley of Casey’s Mountain Now the walls collapse And the floors swell and roll With weather and loneliness. No heat permeates the walls; No laughter sings through the rooms; Webs have even blown Leaving the house abandoned by all. Only the lush vegetation Threatens to enter And take it back To nothingness. This was my home. My place of unconditional love. My grandparents lived here. Calendar after calendar flips The passage of days My grandfather’s cap No longer hangs by the door No dishes line the shelves Only the wind moves through the trees They grow unbidden, Tall and strong, Protectors of days gone by. 30 lines. Author's Note: ▼ |