At First Glance

When first I came to Apalach
And strolled and roamed about
I spotted deep within the woods
A most engaging little house.

Timbers and clutter lay about
But its seams were tall and straight
It captured my attention prompt
Kicking a smile into my gait.

Why had it fallen into ruin,
And who loved it last I said;
How many lives had called it home,
How many children bred?

It told no tales and let me think
As I thoughtfully left its side,
That precious history lay within
And that there were others far and wide.