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"
"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.
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~
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