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The Old
Cottage...by SnowOwl aka WhiteOwl
The old dirt road winds and twists
Weeds and grass shoulder high
As I walk quietly thru
Alot of deer I do spy
Slowly I move forward
Unknown source in my head
I look carefully as I walk
To see what I must find
Then suddenly I see it
An old abandoned cottage left behind
Hesitantly I open the door
And walk on thru
I feel the presense of the family
That this house once knew
There were children and a grandpa
And a mom and a dad
There shared many times here
Alot of happy, but alot of sad
It looks like a fire
Took their life one night
All of them together
No one survived
No one has told me this
I just feel it from within
They needed someone to know
For them inside I cringe
I sit there in tears
For this family I do not know
I pray for peace for them
But before I turn to go
I write on a piece of paper
The way the house made me feel
The joy, the love, the happiness
And put it in the wall where it was peeled
I left the house that day
With a new feeling in my heart
A feeling of old and new
That will never from me part
