Deceptive Cadence
Old wooden rocking chairs
that creak as you sit
Large woven quilts adorn the bed
Subtle, yet ornate paintings
centered on the open spots
Through the silence
I can hear the rhythmic, mechanized chatter
of a grandfather clock
The grand piano sat like a widow
aged and tired, dreaming of time
when life breathed into it
through the virtuoso's fingers
The table had claws for feet
the red mohagany polished daily
Surrounded by quiet country and light traffic
giant ornate throw rugs and crackling fireplaces
A place where time has stopped
A portal to a simpler time
where diesel engines, hurried feet
multimedia, and excited announcers are forbidden.
A place lost and now rented
to the crowd that wishes to touch
the extinct country life
Copyright ©1993 by Darin D. LaGarry