scarecrow poetics/essays

Grey stone walls and darkened ceiling
Empty rooms, an eerie feeling
Roof now open to the sky
Sheltered me in days gone by
Now Ivy grips its every wall
Where once it stood so proud and tall
It stands neglected and alone
A crumbling heap of slate and stone
How long ago, yet close it seems
I lived my childhood, dreamed my dreams
Not knowing then what lay ahead
How time has flown, how years have sped
Now old and worn, the house and I
Hold memories of days gone by
That time can’t fade or take away
My house of dreams, my yesterday...

Evelyn Tilley © 2005.