Only A Ghost Of A House

The house was a sad and pitiful sight When I saw it on I-40 as I took a drive I was shocked the moment I saw it It didn’t look like it could possibly survive The boards were crooked and warped Many loose and hanging down This two story house was isolated Many miles outside of town Its usefulness had died years ago Along with the people who had lived here I wondered what it would take to destroy it A storm would blow it down I feared The grass had grown tall and lank Engulfing this poor sad home Nobody to live in its walls No animals around it to roam It seemed as though its life shouldn’t end But of course it was too late for it now If only the fields could be used again I’d love to see a horse and a plow In my mind I listened carefully As I crept in like a quiet little mouse But its life was over forever and now It was only a ghost of a house!