Photo by Barbie Marquart
on a Park trail in West Virginia
By Kerrie O’Hearn Marquart
While walking down a sunny trail
I came upon the ruins of a chimney frail
In a wooded area all decorated for Fall.
And I wondered what the house was like
And who had lived there
Was it tended to by a wife so fair
With ribbons tied in her golden hair?
Or was it a man who loved the lay of the land
And built it with his own two hands
And longed for someone with whom he could
Whoever lived here I sense, found quiet and peace
And riches from God and nature that never ceased
And one day moved away…
The chimney has a tale to tell
But it won’t share it with me
And so I go along my way
Carrying only the memory with me.