Walking round
the old house i found
a outhouse laying
on it’s side on the ground..
the door was broken
but the roof was intact..
and flowers was blooming
where the hole was filled back..
it hit me as funny
seemed quite odd to find..
the picture has painted
a portrait of time……….
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I never tire of hearing how stumbled upon sights,strike the chord of the poet in you.Loved it. Cheryl