Now abandoned, there sits an old home
convent campus of providence sisters,
a cloistered retreat,
once a thriving worshiping community.
Now greedy developer fodder,
this sad waste-like memory rots,
loved only by climbing and scratching
brambles of blackberries. There’s
no salvation for the old.
Look both ways for revitalization of the past
and for the hopes of the future.
Mind the gaps for invasive species.
Our Literary Journey 
Great poem, Bill. Reminds me of the old convent that was renovated into a retreat center when I worked for the city of Federal Way. It was on a beautiful piece of land overlooking the Puget Sound, but had fallen into disrepair. Your poem took me back…it’s been lovingly restored and serves the community.
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Thanks for the comment, Sue.
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One wonders why these old buildings have not been repurposed rarher than simply left to the elements.
Lovely poem, Bill.
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Built in 60s, sold in 70s and several more times after. Huge university-like campus used for retreats, but eventually fell to disrepair. Due to illegal actions by developers, now town down and replaced with new public school campus.
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Understood. As happens
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Indeed. Good morning, BTW. 🙂
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And a good morning to you, Bill! The skies are ugly, the rain is here and there and yet there are 480 golfers signed up!
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🙂 A devoted lot.
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That’s one way of putting it 😉
Nuts is more what I think!
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I live surrounded by courses but don’t play. Send rain. It’s to be 37.7 C (100F) here today.
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I don’t either. Tried twice. Nope. Not for me.
I’d love to send you some. We’ve had four days of it now… And Ugh to those temps!
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Air conditioning and I have a pool reservation this afternoon.
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