I was out driving back in the fall,and got a glimps of an old building back in the woods.
So I thought I would check it out,pulled off on the side of the road,got out and walked back to where it was.
And as I got closer,I could see what was once a very beautiful,well manicured lawn,there was now small trees growing up in it.
And then it opened up,and I could see what looked like three different buildings.
Then as I got closer,and walked around it,I saw what at one time had been a very beautiful home.
And I couldn’t help but wonder,what had happed to the people who had once lived there.
I could just imaging a happy family,siting around the table,having their evening meal.
And talkin of the things that happed that day.
And all the things,they were planning for the future.
And suddenly I realized I was only looking at memories in the mist.
There was a beautiful, old lamp post out in the front yard,and I. got a closeup of it.
Like they say,if old building could talk.
I can’t help but wonder what stories this place could tell,of bygone day’s, and memories,in the mist.