~*~She Stood There~*~
On now what is a barren hill.
Looking forlorn, sadness outlined.
Dreaming of days lone gone by,
and splendor in the grass.
Once light and laughter shown,
clearly upon her face.
Now only darkness, to behold there on
a lonely hill.
Music played sweetly by candlelight,
within her soul.
Now, the only sounds she hears,
the whispering, sometimes howling wind.
Weathered and worn, sun drenched,
storms now settling in.
The old willow, her tree of life,
no longer weeps.
All her splendor, now only a vague memory,
Her gardens, only bloom within her thoughts.
Still, she stands tall, this beautiful, gracious,
lady from our past...
The Victorian House
Tribute to Time
9.15.2002
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