Silent Whispers…


tucked away
in a thicket of trees
off a gravel road
down a 2 mile lane..
she stands idle..
broken and worn
rusted and sad
she struggles to stand..
her time
on earth
is fading…
Her windows
once held
shinny glass…
And  her doors
opened to warmth
and smells
of fresh baked bread..
her sidewalk
long ago
hid nieth the grass…
her memories
are many…
she speeks
but only the wind
can hear her voice..
tree branch’s seem
to hold her gently
as if to protect
her dying frame…

poetry and pictures by connetta jean

~ by connetta on March 20, 2008.

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