SENSE AND NONSENSE

Today’s prompt: I challenge you to write a poem that features walls, bricks, stones, arches, or the like.

A RED BRICK FIREPLACE

Polished red bricks

complement

the rustic decor of

my friend’s living room.

Bricks purchased during

that  fire sale of remnants,

from the Lejac Residential School

before they tore it down.

When memories were purged

but never erased

of incidents

occurring in

that beautiful  building.

Built in 1922 with

masonry from

a nearby brick mill.

A pastoral setting

along the

rock-strewn shoreline

of  Fraser Lake.

Built with the fervor

of love and devotion.

Plastered and paved

with the  best of

intentions.

The last rays of

summer sunshine

reflecting off

the chapel

windows.

An inspiring gem

in the wilderness.