By: Ardis E. Parshall - September 23, 2014 Ode to a Deserted Cottage By Norma Parkinson Post Tired, old, forgotten, it standsWith broken, cobwebbed windowsLike bleary, sightless eyes,Mute evidence of age and desolation.What lives, what happy thoughts,Were born, have lived … and died here?Did childish faces press against the panes,Panes shining from the care of loving hands,Save where small hands pressed moistlyWhile waving farewell to ...
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