Monument from Monument by Spark & Whisper

MONUMENT
by Anita Sandwina

This old house invites you in
With it’s porch and a space for a swing
And from up on this hill you can see down below
To the meadow the run and the snow

But closer up and as you walk in
You can feel a hundred years of spite diggin’
and the bend and the bowing from all the resentment
The lives lived here incomplete and relentless

But near by the river flows on
Shrinking and swelling with each summer gone
And this relic stands so quietly jealous of her song
A monument to choices made for oh so long

Weather beats down on this old frame
And the gutters are bent and pushed out by the rain
And the hole in the ceiling where the heat was spared
It’s covered now but tells the tale of how love here was shared

New paint and new siding put on
An attempt to hide these crooked old bones
It’s been for sale now for a number of years
But who would buy this house full of unwept tears?

• Acoustic
• Americana
• Folk
• Singer-Songwriter
• Fairfax