Homework April 2024 'On the Wings of a Whim'
Posted: Sat Apr 13, 2024 3:01 pm
On The wings Of a Whim
There’s a peacefulness you sense here from the moment you arrive
and you wonder if this helped those early settlers to survive.
With the trickling of a creek that seems to sing its own sweet song,
as it wends on past the homestead as it gently flows along.
And I wonder what had tempted me to head on out this way,
was it just a whim, or something else, that lured me here today?
Though the old house was still standing, all its people are long gone,
yet you sense a presence - do their ghostly auras still live on?
For their imprints still survive in clues left scattered all around,
even badly mottled photos from those days can still be found.
Showing ladies in their wide brimmed hats and bonnets that they wore
and the whiskery old men as well - back in those days of yore.
It’s like peeping back into the past when stepping through the door,
you can feel it all around you with the creaking of the floor.
And there’s something seems to haunt’s this place, or is it only me,
with imagination tracking to a time that used to be.
While an eerie sense of being watched is ever present too
and the rooms are full of old house sounds that seem to echo through.
This awakens childhood memories of things I used to know
and remembered from the stories Dad had told me years ago.
And I feel that I’m intruding here with every step I take,
it’s like treading on their dreams once forged in hope and some heartbreak.
Yet, it has survived until this day, though somewhat fragile now,
sadly, through neglect, I sense it’s use-by date is near somehow.
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©T.E. Piggott
There’s a peacefulness you sense here from the moment you arrive
and you wonder if this helped those early settlers to survive.
With the trickling of a creek that seems to sing its own sweet song,
as it wends on past the homestead as it gently flows along.
And I wonder what had tempted me to head on out this way,
was it just a whim, or something else, that lured me here today?
Though the old house was still standing, all its people are long gone,
yet you sense a presence - do their ghostly auras still live on?
For their imprints still survive in clues left scattered all around,
even badly mottled photos from those days can still be found.
Showing ladies in their wide brimmed hats and bonnets that they wore
and the whiskery old men as well - back in those days of yore.
It’s like peeping back into the past when stepping through the door,
you can feel it all around you with the creaking of the floor.
And there’s something seems to haunt’s this place, or is it only me,
with imagination tracking to a time that used to be.
While an eerie sense of being watched is ever present too
and the rooms are full of old house sounds that seem to echo through.
This awakens childhood memories of things I used to know
and remembered from the stories Dad had told me years ago.
And I feel that I’m intruding here with every step I take,
it’s like treading on their dreams once forged in hope and some heartbreak.
Yet, it has survived until this day, though somewhat fragile now,
sadly, through neglect, I sense it’s use-by date is near somehow.
******
©T.E. Piggott