Standing in an open field
So battered and neglected
Weather boards with splintered edges
Open roof lets in the light
Oh what tales your walls have witnessed
What years of memories do you hide?
Ghosts long passed to greener pastures
Touched beneath the indigo skies.
Sage and paint brush adorn the homestead
Dust motes dance within your walls
Leaves and rock the floor beneath you
Lopsided shutters glimpsing foothills.
Did children grace your humble dwelling?
Or were you once a hunting lodge?
Maybe a shelter for some settlers
Or just some transient passing by.
Like a lady well beyond your prime
Standing in majestic shadows
Proudly weathering all life throws you
Until the day winds bring you down.