Treasure Island

Elia Michael


A Ruin


There is a ruined residence
It is old and lacks elegance
It is the house where I was born
So for me it has relevance

I like to walk by it each morn
But yesterday I could have sworn
As the sun stopped the storm brewing
It was not so old and forlorn

It was no longer a ruin
On the roof some doves were cooing
And a family was inside
It was a sight I found moving

On this long ago scene I spied
With sad feelings that it had died
The house again ruined, I cried
And walked away in a quick stride

Submitted: Saturday, April 19, 2014
Edited: Sunday, April 20, 2014

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  • Monk E. Biz (4/19/2014 2:50:00 PM)

    Hopefully viewed with Whiskey but not a lot,
    else you may wander inside
    and prompty be shot! (Report) Reply

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