Updated: Nov 2, 2020
There it stands beside the road
kudzu clad and full of mold,
rusted nails and twisted beams;
the assemblage of a broken dream.
Warped and rotting forever more,
this old, forgotten country store
stands in shame for he who prayed
and put to work its walls to raise.
This place he sought, to perfect
is crumbling now, beyond neglect.
You feel it when, you draw near;
the dream built, and abandoned here.
We’ve seen this place time and before;
just another, forgotten store.