Old Forgotten Buildings

Old Forgotten Buildings
Setting back from the road
Inhabited by snakes and spiders
And perhaps a rat or toad.
Buildings left there to accumulate
The ravages of time and wind
Never dreaming in their prime
Of how their time would end.
The farmers who built them
Did so with love and pride
They could hardly wait to finish
So they could walk inside.
Perhaps they had a barn raising
Or celebrated with a drink or two
Of whatever was known
As the local brew.
Perhaps the preacher came
And blessed the new barn and house
Now the unblessed resident
Is a little brown field mouse.
Someone somewhere is remembering
That house when it was in its prime
And whispers into their pillow
How it was such a lovely time!
Thena