The house stands alone
With the grass growing high
No sound of laughter
Filling the sky
The tree's branches are hanging
Their leaves turning brown
Because there's no children
Playing around
No one to climb
On their branches high
Or a swing to swing
High up in the sky
Just a lonesome log cabin
Standing all alone
Wishing that someone
Would call it their home
Author notes
Written August 15th, 2005
A contest entry
- No notice #20 by Samplette.
300 points, ended August 16, 2005, 7 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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nostalgia and sadness woven into a very vivid picture created well for your readers...one little point.."Because there's no children Playing around" to be grammatically correct should read "Because there are no children Playing around" thank you for another gorgeous read ...hugs..leanne xxx
Edited on Oct 14, 5:10 p.m. because ''. -
Very creative, from the cabin's point of view.
I enjoyed this! Well done1 -
Alone...yearning for laughter to fill its walls again. Very nicely done. Thank you for entering the contest.
Sam
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