I find myself on a southern street
walking down a gravel surfaced
heading out the north end of town.
Refurbished old school sits silent.
Hear the children that used to play here
echoed silent memories of yesterdays,
even they seem to have gone their way,
perhaps covered in lonely white paint.
Looks like it's smiling, all prettied up.
If that ole' school house could talk,
It would probably rather look old
and have company, than smile in loneliness.
"At least you have a new coat," I hollared.
"Yep, when you get old they just brush your air,
push you to the side or kick you to the curb,"
the old man mumbled to himself, "just a building..."
"Doors not locked, come on in, sit a spell...,"
Author notes
Picture Prompt
Photo credit:
picture taken by Dustin A. Bush
In a list
A contest entry
- Picture Inspiration X by Samplette.
2000 points, ended September 19, 2008, 12 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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A very enjoyable read.
Well Done & Very Very Well Written!
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An excellent take on the picture. Beautifully written. Thank you for entering the contest. Great work.
Sam
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