Our Week 32 picture is pretty much what it shows. An old derelict piano in the snow. If I remember correctly, Lynn snapped the picture near the hamlet of Washago.
Glen is the host of LTPP
Summer months, we played outside.
That old time rock and roll
Our snow bleached piano, snow covered now.
Empty wooded seat waiting
A monument to a time gone by
When having fun cost nothing
When neighbours came carrying food
At the sound of the keys
We played into the night.
With fire bright, under a starlit sky
If you could hear that old piano now
The sound would be a sigh.
A wish blown on to the breeze.
For warm hands to play its keys once more…
© Anita Dawes 2021