walking through
the grounds
of the old inn
here in town
sad to see the
shades were drawn
guests were gone
fast peeling paint
and a great old inn
is a bit less quaint
and a bit more old
it had bustled with life once
celebrations of love
were held in the dining room
and in guestrooms above
fine meals were savored
first dates were held
wedding parties danced
where happiness dwelled
now but a shell
of what it once was
an inn has died
perhaps because
of a focus lost
or changing winds
or foreboding times
for country inns
my soul still haunts these
authentic old inns
along winding back roads
where the country begins
kindly innholders
welcome each guest
on creaky floors
to a comfortable rest
generous spirits
where joy is expressed
forever, we will love
old inns the best
we would drive on for miles
past motels and chains
in search of a place
that still retains
the spirit of welcome
and human kindness
in full measure
we find it here
life’s real treasure
lies within
the best place to be
is at an old country inn
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