These pictures that my Daddy took are too good to keep to myself. Both houses are down the road from his home in Sevierville, Tennessee.
He even wrote a poem to go along with them.
While oranges and black, and yellows and brown,
paint a background inviting in Fall.
The same Haunted House is a desolate place
when the cold winds of Winter take all.
When it's late in the Autumn with a full moon arisin'
and pumpkins on porches we see,
an old Haunted House in October is grand
and it fills us with intrigue and glee.
But when cold winds of Winter swirl snow
down a chimney to a fireplace that long since
It's no place for the timid, no place for the meek,
and it's even no place for the bold.
For the same place in Winter is a place cold and bitter
it's a place that would make brave hearts flee.
Best you beware and just stay out of there ...
till next Autumn ... we'll just let it be ~