Once Was
There once was a house--
A small house upon a hill--
Battered-- leaking-- and barely standing,
But standing still on will.
Within the house lived a man--
An old man upon a staff--
Mute-- frail-- and barely standing,
But standing still on will.
In the window sill were yellow daisies--
Daisies his sweet Marie once loved--
He cherished them, love and tender care--
For that was how his sweet Marie's memory lived on.
~~~~~~~~~~
One day horror struck the town--
The town in which he lived.
A child was found, beaten and drowned--
Close to his property line.
The child had often visited the old man--
They'd fished that pond many times--
The joy it brought to see the child's smile--
Had been such a gift after his wife's demise.
The old man heard--
But no words he could find, so--
He drowned himself again in wine--
And again sobbed himself to sleep.
While he slept with no defense,
The townsfolk came, fueled by the father's lies--
And barred his door, his only escape,
Poured oil and set it to fire.
The old man woke too late--
As if he could have fought.
The smoke quickly crippled his lungs--
Already depleted by cancer.
~~~~~~~~~~
In the midst of the ashes,
Only the chimney remained--
A blackened chimney upon the hill--
Weak-- fractured-- and barely standing,
But standing still on will.
Within the chimney there was a tiny seed--
A daisy seed upon the ash--
Singed-- disfigured-- and barely standing,
But standing still on will.
~~~~~~~~~~
Soon thereafter came the rain--
The torrents beat the hill--
And crumbled the chimney--
And drowned the seed within.
~~~~~~~~~~
But once the rains receded--
And the sun returned again--
A tiny seedling sprouted and grew--
Sowing yellow daisies across the hill--
All the way to the pond--
Where the old man--
And his sweet Marie--
And the child--
Fished eternally.
© caspershay
A small house upon a hill--
Battered-- leaking-- and barely standing,
But standing still on will.
Within the house lived a man--
An old man upon a staff--
Mute-- frail-- and barely standing,
But standing still on will.
In the window sill were yellow daisies--
Daisies his sweet Marie once loved--
He cherished them, love and tender care--
For that was how his sweet Marie's memory lived on.
~~~~~~~~~~
One day horror struck the town--
The town in which he lived.
A child was found, beaten and drowned--
Close to his property line.
The child had often visited the old man--
They'd fished that pond many times--
The joy it brought to see the child's smile--
Had been such a gift after his wife's demise.
The old man heard--
But no words he could find, so--
He drowned himself again in wine--
And again sobbed himself to sleep.
While he slept with no defense,
The townsfolk came, fueled by the father's lies--
And barred his door, his only escape,
Poured oil and set it to fire.
The old man woke too late--
As if he could have fought.
The smoke quickly crippled his lungs--
Already depleted by cancer.
~~~~~~~~~~
In the midst of the ashes,
Only the chimney remained--
A blackened chimney upon the hill--
Weak-- fractured-- and barely standing,
But standing still on will.
Within the chimney there was a tiny seed--
A daisy seed upon the ash--
Singed-- disfigured-- and barely standing,
But standing still on will.
~~~~~~~~~~
Soon thereafter came the rain--
The torrents beat the hill--
And crumbled the chimney--
And drowned the seed within.
~~~~~~~~~~
But once the rains receded--
And the sun returned again--
A tiny seedling sprouted and grew--
Sowing yellow daisies across the hill--
All the way to the pond--
Where the old man--
And his sweet Marie--
And the child--
Fished eternally.
© caspershay