Old Grandpier Church Dreams
© by Tommie Baskis

It was a very old Baptist Church settled on the outcrop of encroaching forest
Old Stones crumbled, dusty and sun melted in too many Midwest summers
The only reverent melody being sung was by a storm wind...
Rushing in through broken blue glass windows
Once was congregation in praise and forgiveness...
Now spider and dust and the darkness vibrate the ether.

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