Tuesday, November 16, 2010

The day is done

For the past 41 years I have driven by this house weekly. Several times a week and some times several times a day.

When I first started going by, the husband and wife that occupied it would be outside. I remember him on the tractor baling hay, feed cattle, and even tilling in the garden. The wife might be found hanging clothes on the line or tending the rock planters on the front porch where she always grew red geraniums.

A few years later, I would be working with this couple's son-in-law at Farm Bureau Insurance Company.

Years passed and the couple somehow became elderly. He died, she was moved to town.

And then the house sat empty for years.

A few weeks ago, the siding started disappearing, then the windows, now the roof.

I see logs on the inside. I am guessing someone is harvesting the logs. My hope is it will be resurrected again!

Back view

Side view

The front


Fading light dims the sight
And a star gems the sky, gleaming bright
From afar drawing nigh,
Falls the night.

Day is done, gone the sun
From the lakes, from the hills, from the skies
All is well, safely rest;
God is nigh.

Then goodnight, peaceful night;
Till the light of the dawn shineth bright.
God is near, do not fear,
Friend, goodnight.

9 comments:

Nancy said...

wouldn't it be wonderful if they would resurrect it somewhere else and life would go on... the house looks beautiful...

Flat Creek Farm said...

I hope the logs can be used and resurrected. I'm sure it was sad to see this sight after your observations through the years. Life seems so short sometimes! -Tammy

Down On The Farm said...

It would be sad for you to watch a house full of love become quiet and empty. I too hope that the house will be reborn somewhere else and another family can make it into a home filled with love.

Missouri Gal Nicole said...

Maybe they are just going to renovate it??? I hope so anyway!

Deanna said...

You have me singing here. I so hope someone is going to bring life back into another structure using those logs. It would be such a shame if they don't. I can look at that house and just imagine the stories it could tell.

Lindah said...

That must be sad, seeing the house dismantled.

It was neat to read those lyrics. Living behind Ft Myer in Arlington VA, we heard taps every night for 30 years. In the wintertime, I often went outside for just a few minutes to hear that beautiful melody. Good memories.

Lynn said...

I hope it is resurrected also and what a beautiful sad story, this post brought me to tears but good tears. Thanks so much for sharing and I loved the poem.

Jackie said...

I too hope they resurrect it somewhere else. How sad to watch it come down.

Jackie

Tipper said...

So bittersweet. I hope someone is going to rebuild it or at least use most of it.

Papaw makes deer camp soup : ) Tell the little one congrats on the deer-it is a good one!!