9 comments on “old house with tin roof — haiku

  1. my imagination does run away with thoughts of what it was like so many years before when it was full of life… and then a kind of sadness sits in… as to that life that is gone…

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  2. I just love hearing rain coming down on a tin roof. That old house must have a treasure trove of wonderful stories it could tell…..if only.

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  3. dotlatjohn says:

    If walls could talk, I be that old place would have lots of stories to tell.

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  4. Catherine Johnson says:

    Great picture and haiku, Frieda. Love the snow

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