I read this old 1915 poem recently in a lovely children’s book. It reminded me of an old house I saw abandoned, out in Newman Lake (WA), near my friend, Sharon’s house. This house definitely has a broken heart and cries out for some love and attention. There is a chain link fence all around the property. This one seems like a monument to some terrible sadness.
I love flipping houses and have done several over the years and seeing one like this always gets my hands itchy, for a paint roller and a hammer!