Two Sister’s Croft House
The old grey walls with the flaking door,
Gossamer windows hide rooms to explore.
A crack in the gable where water seeps,
Bulging walls where green ivy creeps.
The lean to shed with the slamming door,
Stores life-long belongings, in use no more.
Shattered roof tiles scattered around,
Slate-grey diamonds pepper the ground.
The two sister’s cottage; a home no more,
Waiting for someone to love and restore.