I wrote a poem for Just Amy today that she will run next week. The poem is about the feeling I get around old houses. Here it is without the picture and the Just Amy treatment.
If Walls
Oh if walls could only talk,
A story these would tell.
Of ever changing seasons,
Of history known well.
Many births and happy times,
You know they’ve seen a few.
Recounts of days of sadness,
These walls would share with you.
I touch these walls and listen,
To what they have to say.
Every house that’s been a home,
Can touch you in some way.
Some look and see a structure,
But there is so much more.
Wood and stone are just a part,
Life lived inside that door.
Conspiracy Guy aka DIF 4/8/05
Truly beautiful, CG. You have great talent...and heart. I feel similarly about old houses and time gone by and all of its meaning.