ABANDONED CHURCH
It stands upon a wooded hill,
Its spire pointed to the sky.
Where once were ordered paths and neat
A brambled jungle meets the eye.
The windows all have broken panes
And where a sweet-toned church bell tolled
Is silence now on Sunday morns,
Save for a blue jay's angry scold.
Like drunken men the benches cling
Unsurely to the sagging floor.
Outside the brush, grown over-bold,
approaches almost to the door.
Upon the altar dust lies deep
Where men and women knelt to pray;
Is there, perhaps, for such things now
A lesser need than yesterday?
Last church services was held on
September 19, 1942. Building later
destroyed by fire.