The Cottage
The cottage is quite empty now,
the tenant moved away,
there maybe sticks of furniture,
but nothing left to say
it was a well of deep despair;
or happiness that burgeoned there:
What dreams has ripened in that place
spoiled by the rolling years?
Or yet, what industry sustained
it's onslaught through the fears,
with every hour of every day
safe-guarded in it's treasured way?
Alas! The cottage did not meet
the plans that lay in store,
the precious garden which has graced
the west wall, was no more.
And renovation took a hold
by vandals, careless and as cold.
Yet-could the tenant, watching from
a higher, richer plain
begin to see all things must pass
in spite of her disdain,
and from the ruins there could rise
a home to even bless her eyes! |
