The chains are unlinked,
The key going “clink”
As the chains release
Like a speedy wink.
The men stand as one,
Their days in dark done. 27 more words
The chimney’s tumbled down, old doors
pout from hinges, rotting floors
grumble slightly as we’re walking.
Do you hear Miss Lizzie talking?
Steps have crumbled, that’s not all, 71 more words