BrooksLooks@ Old Country Inns

walking through
the grounds
of the old inn
here in town
sad to see the
shades were drawn
guests were gone

the tavern’s dark
its kitchen’s cold

some peeling paint
a great old inn
a bit less quaint
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

i still dream of these
authentic old inns 
along winding back roads
where the country begins

kindly innholders
welcome each guest
to creaky floors
and a comfortable rest
generous spirits
where joy is expressed
we will forever 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
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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