The Forgotten Town // P O E T R Y

I have always loved ghost towns, and the idea they would have a story to tell if only they could. We recently got a book from the library filled with pictures of some, and it got my imagination going.

The Forgotten Town

 

As I wandered through the hills, behold what my eyes met

Upon the wind I heard a whisper “Please, don’t forget”

I once was tall and proud, my heart was filled with song

I stood great above the world, I was mighty and strong

My windows shone with light, my doors were open wide
upon my floors feet were trod and laughter from inside
Now I sit still and quiet; my life has gone away
Upon the earth I stand alone, silently I stay

My curtains flutter in the wind, no one care anymore
A doll lies upon her bed, a quilt upon the floor
Mama has left her dishes unwashed beside the sink
A world far from what you know, I hold a small link

Grandfather has left his glasses lying beside his chair 

His Bible rests upon the stand with a forgotten prayer

My church bell no longer chimes to call my children in

I hold my secrets in my heart and my tales deep within

I can no longer speak to you, for my mouth has been stilled

My warmth has been taken away, I’m left empty and chilled

I once was filled with life, do you wonder who they were?

They’ve all gone away now, their stories never to remember
- Felicity Estola

Oh! The Simple Life! // P O E T R Y

Oh! The Simple Life!

Have you ever smelt the air just before a rain? 
Have you watched the leaves tumble down a country lane?
Have you ever tasted the sweetness of mountain air upon your lips?
Have you watched a hillside stream as it tumbles and trips?

Do you know the feeling of cool dirt in between your toes?
Do you know the joy of playing hide-and-seek down the corn rows?

Do you lay beneath the heavens and watch the silver stars fall?

Do you wonder at the majesty of a fir tree so tall?

Have you tasted the first honey-suckle ever so sweet?

Have you watched a kitten ramble gaily about your feet?

Have you walked through the earth, just kissed with the summer dew?

Have you felt the tender trust of a child’s eyes so true?

Oh! The simple life! How wonderful it can be!

For with all it’s peaceful ways my heart is light and free

I’d rather have my rolling hills; the beautiful blue sky

Than own the largest mansion with a tear drop on my eye

- Felicity Estola