House on the hill

When the icy fingers of  winter, start moving in.   Things that have been hidden, behind the leaves of summer, start to reveal themselves.  The leaves fall from the trees and bushes, like clothing falling to the floor.  Showing the nakedness of the abandoned houses and barns.  Bringing into light, that which was once hidden.
It was on one of my adventures, that I spotted, one of those hidden places.  I had been in this area many times but had not seen this treasure, that sat upon the hill, behind a grove of trees.  She stood there poised against the blue and white sky, like a skeleton.  The siding had started falling off, and there were places, that you could see all the way through the house.  Just like bones. A ghost of what once stood here.
I made my way through the high weeds and briers, that towered,  above me, drawing closer to the farmhouse.  Scratches scared my hands as I pushed forward.  With every cautious step, that I took, more of her beauty came into view. I could make out a bit of yellow paint that had once covered the wooden siding.  It was a two-floor, wooden, farmhouse.  The front porch, had fell upon itself, scattered and  broken in pieces, at my feet.  I could not even make out where the front door was, due to the large, splinters of wood blocking it.
I moved away from the front of the house and made my way to the back , looking for a back door, or another way to get inside.  All the while, I was watching for open cisterns and  wells, or dangerous openings, which I have stumbled upon many times.
Oh, my!  It was amazing!  The back of the house was made in the shape of an L.  What was so fascinating, was that the original house had once been a one room, single story house, made of field stone.  There was a large stone chimney, to the right side, of the stone house.  This was beautiful, to see. The perfect workmanship that had went into this place.  There was also, an open back door, so I ventured in.  The door was short and wide.  Different from what we have today.  It was painted yellow, to match the house siding.  I stepped through the door, into the open space, a fireplace, to my right, and another short, yellow door, matching the one, that I just came  through, in front of me.  The floor was wooden slats, that were still in good shape. As a matter of fact, this part of the house could be saved, and would make a beautiful home.
To the left, was a doorway, that led into the newer part of the house.  The doorway was average size, unlike the one I had just entered.  This part of the house, was still very old.  I could tell by the lattice strips that had once been covered by plaster.  This room that I had walked into, had  been the kitchen, where only the top, cabinets remained.
From this room , I went straight through , into another room.  Most likely the living-room area.  This is where you could see, the decay this place has fell into.  The front of the house was gone.  That was where the porch had been.  Ceilings were sagging, as well as the floors.  This part of the house was very, unsafe.  A fireplace was to the right, and a shelf and window, as well as holes in the wall, opening to the outside.  Not much left to see. There was a door to the left.  I walked carefully, over to it, floor sagging , with each step that I took.  I made it safely.  This was once the foyer, where there were steps leading upstairs.  It was so unsafe that I didn’t attempt to climb them. But peeked into the room on the other side of the stairs. There was a fireplace  there also.
This concluded my inside adventure.  There was a screened in porch off of the living room but It was taken over by nature.  Didn’t go there either.
It was a beautiful place, once.  Sitting here, overlooking the creek below,  away from the hustle and bustle.  Like a guardian.  Glad I got to see her and connect with a bit of the past.  Keep watching over the creek, as well as the land at your feet.  You are a beauty.