The cottage now lies empty, and overgrown with weeds, <br />A large walled garden at the rear, long past has gone to seed. <br />Many tiles have fallen off, broken gutters and hanging gate, <br />Doors and many windows, with cracked and peeling paint. <br />The family that once owned it, now long disappeared from view, <br />Reflects bygone nostalgia through the walls that that it once new. <br />And as the sun begins to set, with the last embers of the day, <br />The little cottage lives in hopes that some one just might stay.<br /><br />Nicholas Windle<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wilderness-cottage/
