Poor old door. Once it was on a fence. Then a hurricane came, and the fence was no more, but the door stuck around. Finally the house was torn down, and the door was taken away with the rest of the rubble.
Now there’s just an empty tract of land, waiting to see what happens next while life goes on all around it.
I love the wood of the door-it has history!
That it does. Thanks for stopping by and commenting!
Or it could say, “Door no more”. Or, “I’m still a door, but I lost my barn!”. (Sorry, I’m a little tired tonight.) 🙂
Poor old door. Once it was on a fence. Then a hurricane came, and the fence was no more, but the door stuck around. Finally the house was torn down, and the door was taken away with the rest of the rubble.
Now there’s just an empty tract of land, waiting to see what happens next while life goes on all around it.