At Home With The Aspens

There's an old house
Forgotten in time
Its lonely and cold
Looks so left behind

The old man who died
Had no kin to grieve
The house was his home
Grown over with trees

The Aspens have grown
Up through the floor
Into the windows
And out the back door

The house fully paid 
There were no more bills
The tax collector sighed
For this house on the hill

 Category: Art, Autumn, Country Gothic, Fall Colors, Lyrics, Music, Photography      Tagged: , , , , , , , , , , ,

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