The Abandoned House

 The house lies abandoned,

neglected it stands;

no one to remember

its glory once so grand.

The gardens and orchards

that stood to surround,

bursting with colour

and fruits to abound;

now desolate and bare,

in silence do stand;

ashamed to lie barren

with acres of land.

And the ivy does creep

without much inhibition,

on walls with peeling plaster

for a brazen exhibition.

Devoid of all shutters

with broken window- panes,

the rooms do reveal

their neglect with much shame.

And spiders dare enter

when men choose to leave,

with care and precision

their webs they then weave.

Much dust does settle

when footsteps refrain

to walk on these grounds,

now silent in pain.