There is a house upon a hill
And it is standing ever still
Even though it hasn’t been cared for for years
The Structure is no longer safe
With broken glass and missing boards that need to be replaced
And you can no longer see the yard
Overgrowth and decay surround several rusted cars
Yet it is standing ever still
Even though it has lost its beauty
It is standing ever still
Fighting the wind, sun and rain
It stands ever hopeful and attentive
Like a bridegroom at the altar waits
It stands proudly in eager anticipation
Knowing that the family that once loved it
Will come back now any day
It knows if it can wait just a little longer
Before the floor joints and beams collapse
They will come running through the hand carved door
With now cracked stain glass
They will fill the silence with their laughter
Loving hands will again touch the now faded walls
And running feet—always running will echo in the halls
There will be the smell of bacon frying and
Homemade bread in the oven waits
And apple pie from trees children once climbed
Sits on the counter waiting to be baked
There is a house upon a hill
And it is standing ever still
And it waits and waits.