The door is shaken awake by the lonely wind
Gently swinging to and fro,
Disturbing creatures still living within
The old sod house on a hill.
Windows were broken out long ago
And now stare blindly at scenes
Stolen away with memory
Along with forgotten dreams.
The winds of time hold an echo
of laughter no longer heard
Who lived there, I will never know.
The footprints having been laid to rest,
Beg to remain undisturbed.