The Old Rundown Home

I was out driviing around one day and I seen this old house sitting under a few trees. I stopped and looked at it and wondered about its past. I then wrote this poem about it.

As you drive down the highway,

Glance over across the grassy field,

There in view; not far away,

Is an old rundown home; many families it did yield.

Have you ever thought about the past, of it?

How many people lived there over the years?

What thoughts of the old house in your mind do stick?

Do your eyes fill with tears?

If you have never thought this way before,

As you look at an old rundown home,

Try it! In your mind, thooughts it will bore,

Thoughts of the past will freely roam.

Wonder who built it?

What it looked like when it was new?

How would it look, made of brick?

Sometimes you just wish you knew.

Think about the holidays that were celebrated there,

The birthdays and anniversaries to,

Think about the rooms it has; that now stand bare,

Wishing that you knew what was true.

Wonder what color of paint it once had,

What kind of curtains that once hung in the windows?

How was it decorated by each mother and dad?

That would be interesting to know.

That old rundown home that now stands alone,

Was once valuable to many families,

To many in the past, it was called home,

Now it stands empty among the trees.

If you do not think this way,

Try it! Let your mind roam,

It will fill your heart with bliss,

As you think about the old rundown home.