Abandoned<br /> <br /> The sash no longer held glass panes<br /> the ancient door now stood ajar<br /> The windows facing on the bay<br /> like dimming eyes, gazed off afar <br /> <br /> Old paper peeling on the walls<br /> as wind blew through the empty space<br /> And moving ghostlike in the breeze<br /> some tattered remnants of old lace<br /> <br /> I thought I heard an echo of<br /> some voices from those years before<br /> When this was someone&acirc;€™s hearth and home<br /> as I looked through the creaking door<br /> <br /> But likely it was just the wind<br /> or perhaps some feeling in my mind<br /> Or perhaps a spirit lingering on <br /> from what was there in other times<br />   Submitted By: wayne taylor