Emmonzene and Richard, sister and brother
Spinster and bachelor, together they seek the home they once knew.
The roof caved in
The plaster and lathe crumbled
Curtains and wall paper,
But small remnants to anyone but them
The piano on her side sighing a requiem.
No one plays her but the lonely winds of Maine.
Do they hear the mother and
Family singing around a vibrant piano?
Day lilies and apples now wild.
Do they see themselves as children among them?
The stone wall almost lost to the woods
The homestead abandoned for the city
Who could make a living farming?
No one here on the hill,
All have left long ago.
And so up from the house in town they return to walk among
The spirits that remain, air and mountain forests
Still strong and clean,while split cedar rails,
Cracked blue willow, and rusting farm tools slowly return to land,
Taking the spirits of Emmonzene and Richard with them,
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