Big House Gone From Sight



I cry the picture’s gone from sight

The Big House seen at night

the steam and carriage resting there

the hiss of dragon’s breath its fire and its steam

its flight through dreams of futures past

its passengers through the night

of fleeting time.


I miss the Big House pictured

our fathers and their’s

from generations back

still alive

 within its past


I miss the Big House

flaming vapors behind glass

held in time

before my eyes

taken by fires delight


But its alright …


I miss the Big House.

The moon throwing down its light

her picture now  gone from sight.

But all is well …

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