The railings were old and rusty,
The door paint was faded and chipped,
The poor old house had seen better days,
The roof, made of slate, had now dipped.
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Some say that all of life is a coming home.You have pictured this and then brought it to life.Your A Star worth following.Love Duncan
My dear Ernestine, A wonderful poem, with a dramatic and visual effect. You epitomize what a true poet is. Nickoli
This very much sounds like our house when we first moved in 12 years ago. It needed everything fixed from the roof to the crawl space! But now, we really feel it's 'ours'. Wonderful poem. sincerely, Mary
A gorgeous sentimental piece of poetry. I can see why it received so many votes. Home is where the heart is, and it is certainly where your heart belonged. Beautiful writing 10 Karin Anderson