Abandoned places make me sigh-
where did the people go, and why?
Adams Spring Road, tales of old-
setting sails for gold?
(all belongings sold)
Rusty nails, ivy creepers,
ancient treasures, finders-keepers!
A tiny shack, empty...alone,
testament to one gone, unknown.
A sign, writing faded, all left is wood-
once important where it purposely stood.
Abandoned places, a lonely land,
eventually forgotton, dust to sand.
(From the files of Gypsy's Walks, October 8, 2003)