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I stand in awe of this old structure
remaining steadfast on a windy dusty prairie
while it’s only visitors are the occasional wild deer
or hungry hawk looking for any lower forms of residence–
there is only a ghost residing here
with fond memories.
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The Bag Lady 
I can almost hear the voice of the ghost whispering in the rafters – haunting!
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Maybe those memories are holding it up. This is lovely.
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Beautiful poem, Cheryl. I’ve seen structures like that and wonder how long they will stand.
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I stand in awe with you. Reminiscent of the fields I grew up playing in.
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