Old Houses – I love abandon old houses and their stories that they tell. Growing up in Colorado and having lived in South Dakota and with my family roots in western Kansas I have driven by countless old abandon farm houses and old mining shacks.
The little boy in me always wonders why they were abandoned, why the folks and families left them to wither away in the weather and become dust in the wind.
As a young boy I would make up stories of why the old houses were abandoned, and just like most youngsters all my stories had a positive and happy ending. They had left for a better life and fortune in another part of the world.
As I became older and the reality of life became known to me, I realized these abandon old houses more likely than not had sad endings for those that had lived there. They had become abandoned because of the misery that life sometimes brings. Most of the time it involved the death of the owner due to an illness or simply they died of a broken heart.
When I see one in the distance I always stop and look and listen, sometimes I see a shadowy spectral image in the window that has a broken pane of glass, or I hear the creak of the rotten wooden floors as a broken hearted earthbound phantom walks the floor forever more.
I look at your swayed roof, broken panes, rotting wood,
Countless summer heat, winter blizzards, you have stood.
Memories, all but forgotten of smile, tears, countless “I Love You”,
Laughter, sadness, nights of love, slipped away as time flew.
Why the people you shelter, protected left I will never know,
Better fortunes, death, or the loneliness of the winter snow.
In your dying decay, so goes the memories that you have stored,
From sunrise to sunset, here you sit, all alone and ignored.
By Kurt James
Kurt James © 2016