The Old Houses Of The Headland: Hartlepool 3rd Of March 2020 Poem by DM W
The Old Houses Of The Headland: Hartlepool 3rd Of March 2020
These old white- washed houses contain secrets.
Sometimes their ancient ghosts seem to whisper
Of strange dreams and sailors' bold adventures;
Of the warm light of love that never fades.
These old white- washed houses always stand firm.
They have outlasted Time's fleeting fashions.
Battered by wind and covered in sea mist;
They ache with the passing of centuries.
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8/18/2025 10:06:10 AM # 1.0.0
Nice poetic expression. Secrets adventures love are always the parts of what the old monuments speak 10+
Thanks Kesav...I'm so pleased you appreciate this poem of mine!