Many of these poems will be of the city of Schenectady from early 1900 to the present.

GENERAL ELECTRIC COMPANY - SCHENECTADY NY - PHOTO provided by F. Duci

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Dandelions Overgrown

Not far from the city
nestled in tall grass
dandelions overgrown:

a red brick farmhouse
wants to speak,

"Here I stand,
no one knows
that I exist.”

Pictures hang on
walls - buried with
a silent web of
weeds.

A mask of mystery
until one spring
my Master left
an open
door.

No one claimed
my gifts.
Nor have I given
them the
right.

I'm broken down,
but, I'm alive,

drinking tea - on
cold, winter nights.

Nancy Duci Denofio
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