‘Twas the tattered For Sale sign 
 That led me deeper into these woods 
 A gasp leaped out before me 
 And nudged me to take a closer look 

 Long legs skipped me over pampas grass
 Dried flowers stuck onto my sides
 Until I found myself face to face 
 Before the moss-covered little house

 Her walls were stained with lifelessness
 Her door depressed and worn 
 No little ray of sunshine walked in
 Or ran up and down her floors

 Her windows lay in shatters
 The curtains were no more,
 No wind chimes
 No dreamcatcher

 No bird feeder
 No laughter
 No music
 No prose

 It saddened me to see her
 Looking so furlong
 How many seasons had she heard no cachinnation?
 Gave me nostalgia for the little old house

 I wish a family with children would buy her
 To bring her warmth and a reason to be
 Or a handyman or handywoman
 To care and straighten her door frame
 Or perhaps, even a ghost

***
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"Our Week 49 picture was take at a salvage yard not far from
our “old homestead.” The place really is a photographers
dream location."
~ Glen McKenzie

I’m happy I found this website and hope you too would check them out. TYSVM.
The picture for this week’s Tuesday picture prompt at the JustABitFurther Website
evoked a feeling of nostalgia in me, so that’s the feeling I tried to bring into
today’s poem.

The creative goal for all of us is “what does the picture evoke in you; what emotion; feeling; memory or whatever it may be – what does it arouse in you and to share it that with others.“

Glen McKenzie

Anyone can join. Please, go ahead and click on the website link to read on how to write something for this lovely prompt. Thanks, Lynn and Glen and thank YOU for reading.

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I’m a simple woman who dares to see the beauty in ordinary. I’d love to connect with you and like pen pals, I want something beautiful to blossom between us. Will you join me? Selma is my middle name. Its meaning—peaceful, complete, are euphoric affirmations I like to think of myself as having. They compliment the joy I feel when I write. I sincerely hope you decide to join me on my writing journey. I Wish You Miracles.

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