My Greality

On the corner of 71st Ave and Hwy 34 there was an old homestead.  The place called to me for the longest time....begging me to find it's inner beauty.  I stopped one afternoon and it revealed itself.  I stood for over an hour listening to it whisper of families who lived there...happy times and of neglect to destruction it had become.  I loved that old house with but a few windows and when the light was just right....artistry.

I drove by today and all that is left of my little house is a pile of junk...peices of the past lying in a heap.

But I remember...