I have traveled this highway my entire life, north and south as State Route 23 runs from my hometown in southern Ohio to our capital in Columbus, but I never paid her much attention until today.
Just south of the bypass she stands in repose. As I looked out over the baron corn fields and across the railroad tracks, she called to me to take a closer look.
Once she was a grand home, standing with grace and endurance. Built in the early 1800’s, she was home to the Fryback family who came to tame the land a make a living farming the surrounding area as far as you can see.
The land is still farmed today. In fact just a couple of days after these photos were taken, I saw the tractors and other equipment sitting out in front of her getting ready for planting. The land is still worked and is still growing, as she stands now in distress watching with weary eyes.
So many stories she must have to tell….I wish she could have been preserved and it pains me to see her in such despair. Progress? I don’t know but it seems like such a shame.
Old Houses
Doors and windows, gates and gables
Luring me in with their untold fables
Shadows on stairwells, echoing walls
Hinting of stories yet to be told
Remnants of footprints, ghostly remains
Distant reminders of those who have came
Standing in mystery in need of repair
Key holes and door knobs to those who would dare
Full of old memories of lives they have shared
@Sherry’s Lens
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We have many similar abandoned farmsteads in North Dakota as well. They all keep their stories secret, and are lost to the ages.
I love your poem, Sherry.
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Thank you John I’m so glad you enjoyed the poem, and yes their stories remain silent but I just love the old places! Thank too for the challenge always so much fun!
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