Sunday, October 14, 2012

The Fireplace

Photo by Barbie Marquart
on a Park trail in West Virginia

     The Fireplace
          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
     share it?

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.

1 comment:

  1. I love this poem. I have often wondered the same things when I have seen ruins of some kind. I live in WV, do you know which park she took this picture?