Bungalow No.9
Bungalow No.9
Half a century later
Found the house
Still stands
Dilapidated
Forlorn
Abandoned
Doors all gone
Gaps where once
Were green windows
Creepers growing
Through brick walls
Wild flowers
Adding colour
Here and there
Therein lies
Childhood memories
Wish could relive
Wish time had
Then frozen