Mary Ellen
and I and our Schnauzer, Schatzie, were walking around Goshen last night and came upon a beautiful buck behind the shed. At first we thought he
was a statue he stood so still, not moving a mussel for the longest time. We stood watching each other. Then a
breeze came up and he moved one ear. He was a handsome animal who had the bearing of being
the one in charge. In a moment he turned and stepped, silently back into the bushes.” Jim McCrea
Goshen
By: Corinne M. Bailey
The property is unkempt
A
meadow, grassy, overgrown
The trodden path leads through the field
Of ancient crops; old plantation
When
the path ends you will find
Mixed emotions at the porch
Some say it’s creepy, haunted
Eyes watching
your every move
Some say it’s hopeless
Nothing will become of this weathered house
But
I say it’s special, unique
I say there is potential, a yearning for repair
Inside the house is musty,
the air is close
Walls are non-existent, stairs; unsafe
Antique artifacts; destroyed
Windows, doors, closets…ruined
Hidden
mysteries, lying within
Stories, tales, lives once lived
All inside this abandoned place
Atop a hill, almost
forgotten
Remnants of once beautiful gardens
Wonderful flowers decorate the front porch
Left-over
plantation fields;
Grapes, cherries, apples, plums
The house longs for a purpose once again
You can hear
it; listen close
It needs assistance, support
It can be restored, fixed, returned
To its glamour,
splendor
All it needs is a helping hand
So let’s rally together, combine our strength
For the sake
of our community’s history
Bring back Goshen
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