A House in a Field of Lonely Dreams
Many lives,
shared this roof.
Many hands
worked the land.
Now forgotten
tired and worn
windows broken
doors unfastened
through which
no one enters
from the windswept
field of lonely dreams.
kenne
A House in a Field of Lonely Dreams
Many lives,
shared this roof.
Many hands
worked the land.
Now forgotten
tired and worn
windows broken
doors unfastened
through which
no one enters
from the windswept
field of lonely dreams.
kenne
Posted March 13, 2009 by kenneturner in Photography, Poetry
Tagged with Field, House, Lonely Dreams