Abandoned
A weathered grain elevator rising up into a stormy prairie sky. The dilapidated farmhouse with a committee of vultures living on the second floor. The one-roomed shack with walls still lined with traces of old newspapers for insulation. There is a beauty to the neglected, the ramshackle, the tumbledown. They have stories to tell.
if only they could speak.
Ah, but then again, if you listen carefully enough, perhaps they do..