What is it about run down buildings that stirs the imagination?
This crumbling facade inspired the poem Abandoned:
No voices linger,
not even the sound
of shattered glass
echoes, only bones
an unholy darkness
within, a mystery
shrouded in silence.
This is the schoolhouse where my mother-in-law had her first job as a teacher, at the age of 18.
(This post inspired by Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Barns or Dilapidated Buildings)