The vines climb up the wall And moss covers the stone, As if it was to be known As some sort of protocol. The chimney doesn’t stand as tall Its fallen bricks now lie alone. The plants are far past overgrown Even in this cold season of fall. The brown shutters turned black And the front door was split The once beautiful cottage looks more like a shack Than anyone would want to admit. Nature always takes back What truly belongs to it?
Flowers – Jacqueline Smith Flowers Down by the river There laid a flower, She hopes he would forgive her For leaving him at that hour. Looking out at the water Holding the flower towards her heart, She remembered what he mother taught her, She thought she was smart. She sighs and turns around, Once she hears a sound. She turns around astounded To see him at the picnic ground. He comes to her with another flower in his hands, And the look in his eyes shows that he understands.
My Experience in a Vegan Household (and How That Has Shaped My Eating Philosophy) – Erin Sullenberger 46
