Thursday, August 07, 2014

Thursday Poem - Scenic Route

(For Lucy, who called them "ghost houses.")

Someone was always leaving
and never coming back.
The wooden houses wait like old wives
along this road; they are everywhere,
abandoned, leaning, turning gray.

Someone always traded
the lonely beauty
of hemlock and stony lakeshore
for survival, packed up his life
and drove off to the city.
In the yards the apple trees
keep hanging on, but the fruit
grows smaller year by year.

When we come this way again
the trees will have gone wild,
the houses collapsed, not even worth
the human act of breaking in.
Fields will have taken over.

What we will recognize
is the wind, the same fierce wind,
which has no history.

Lisel Mueller
(From Alive Together)

1 comment:

Guy said...

Hi Cate

A stunning poem to go with a lovely image, something to remember as I drive by the ghost houses.