Moss Upon The Brick - Part 1

In an older part of town,
Covered far and green and thick,
An ancient house, an antique home,
With moss upon the brick.

A window’s broken, boards are split,
The clocks inside have stopped,
The pictures hung upon the walls
Have bent their nails and dropped.

A fence outside surrounds the house,
The gate squeaks with the breeze,
The yard is filled from left to right
With dying grass and trees.

The road untravelled past the house
Is muddy, brown and slick,
And the sidewalk from the house
Has moss upon the brick.

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