Inside the walls of this home, were the sweet little voices of children laughing and playing.The mix of aroma's- wood burning stove, fresh bread and wildflowers, filled the air...as the summer breeze made it's way through the rooms.
In the parlor was two wooden rocking chairs with a small table in between.
A trunk which lie in the corner held family heirlooms that traveled across the seas to the prairie.
Above the fireplace hung a plague which read...
"Look to the Lord and His strength; Seek His face always"
Years have passed now...
Silence fills the place that once rang with sweet children's joy and laughter.
No longer is the comforting aroma's filling the rooms- but a breath of silent prairie winds.
The two rocking chairs that once rocked faithfully each evening, are covered in dust and broken down. The corner is not empty- The trunk still lies there open, still filled with treasured heirlooms. Above the fireplace- The plaque although crooked and covered in spiders webs, still hangs there.
This abandoned home that stands on the prairie, leaves us with a mystery whether the memories still live on today.
~Sarah Benson~
