A Lonely Little House

A lonely little house Built many years ago Is deteriorating now I thought you’d like to know Its boards are warped and falling One by one onto the ground But mostly in the stillness You can’t hear a single sound Except when the cattle are grazing Around the house at times A cowbell occasionally clinks Like a soft ringing of chimes Its roof now is sinking Its windows too are gone Time and weather are not helping But it knows where it belongs For the stories this house could tell Are so many from its prime It housed a growing family Once upon a time I love the frontier houses That were built to run a farm Part of the past we inherited They will always have such charm!