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The Deserted House
By Virginia Evans

I passed this little house today, sitting

Far back off the road.

I wondered why it had been left to tumble

And erode.

The roof was falling into all the dirty,

Empty rooms.

The bushes that had once shown life, were

Bare of any blooms.

The windows all had broken panes, the

Windmill lay quite bent.

I thought of times that I had gone there,

The happy hours spent,

When the house was full of warmth and free

From any strife.

Filled with treasures carefully gathered

Throughout all of life.

You see, this house was someone’s home,

Abandoned now by others.

It was once new and really nice because

It was my Mother’s.

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MY OLD DOG AND ME By Virginia Evans In Autumn when the leaves have turned to colors Of all hues, I remember how I used to romp beneath a sky of Blue. I’d take my dog and through the woods we would Set a steady pace. Sometimes we would see a frightened hare and With it run a race. We would walk along through serest leaves, Listen to a rushing brook, Then play a game of hide and seek in every Little nook. We found a million things to do, out on our happy Lark. ‘Til shadows cast their wavering arms and warned us of the dark. A log we’d jumped along the way and the Frightened little hare. Then once again we’d see the trail where we had First begun, We would see the lights of home afar, and streak Out on a run. TOP