There’s this old place that lives just up the road. It’s been the subject of my thoughts before. It has a storied history complete with explosions and train crashes. It’s time you wrote your own history for this place.
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There’s a crack in the window that looks like a heart
There’s a clock in the centre where we see time depart
And they say ‘no trespassing’ , it’s forbidden they say
But their walls are all crying for a gentler day
The train tracks are rumbling while an old light shines pale
And the storm on the horizon is part tempest, part gale
So we climb to the tower, watch it blow off some steam
And seek in the history a wisp of the dream
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Thank you!! 🙂
The tower was silentas it watched the skyline changed, from broken glass panes to passing trains..soiled gate ways ..its written to smile ..for the camera ..but not to enter the area
Hi. Does one write a response to the picture in the comment box; as done above?
Richard, just write a story for the pictures above.
A golden thread begins to be woven in the tapestry as bricks are laid for the corner building. As time goes on there are beautiful stitches with small amounts of wild, painful knots. As the pain is woven, also in those knots are grace and peace. Once again joy and laughter comes ant the beautiful stitches are woven into the building adjacent and the other threads in the town.
Thanks Donna. 🙂
Is this a “Pioneer” station,
That took travelers where they needed to go?
East, West, North or South
Where they were going
It’s now a historical building
Just remnants of the past
If the walls could talk
Think of the stories they could tell!
But it sits all alone and empty
It’s deteriating as well
It would be nice if this old building
Could be restored to its old glory!
If only as a museum
To tell its old story!
Seth I hope you liked my poem
I worked hard on it can you tell?
Good night my friend
Your pictures are swell!!
I just wanted to see where grandpa worked. I had stumbled on a trunk in the attic and all of his memorabilia an old shirt. As i walked down the alley of the old factory I wondered if my grandfather had made the same walk, did he look at the building and wonder like I was or did he find distraction amongst friends and lunch brakes.
Nice. Thanks Jasmine.
As always truly a lovely picture story.
Thanks! Glad you like. ..
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Hi Seth. Forgot to share my poem with you. The 7th photo with the broken windows spoke to me and I shared your photo and my poem with my readers and friends last week. As always, thanks for the inspiration.
Broken windows, shattered past
Those golden days that never last
When things were new, and life was good
The years flew by misunderstood
With panes all broken, and bricks now grey
The happy memories fade away
But time moves on, as people do
There’s still that chance to start anew.
Very fitting and lovely. Thanks.