Monday, February 26, 2018

Run Away! Run Away! - Brigid Guest Poetry

Old houses have a story to tell,
 
in the quiet, it tolls as clear as a bell.
 
It wears the lives it held in each scratch and mark,
as silent witness in light and dark.
Old houses bear scars with nothing to hide,
showing you what's important, in what to take pride
Old houses have secrets, in their light you will see,
of loss and of pride and what it means to be free.
So get out your tools, lay past hurts away,
with that cookie cutter house of yesterday.
For your home's now an old one, where treasures abound,
to be unearthed as from Heaven, its angels watch down.
You'll hear the music of the lives that lived here,
and dance to it as the days becomes years.
it is not practical, easy or cheap,
but old houses, unclaimed, never fail to weep.

6 comments:

Rev. Paul said...

Beautiful in its simplicity. Too many fail to recognize the value of anything less than new.

ASM826 said...

In the wood and the foundations, too. There are stories old houses have to tell.

Old NFO said...

Beautifully done, and the pictures reinforce it!

Brigid said...

Thank you. A pipe in our basement half bath is stamped with 1915. I'm pretty sure that's when it was built. Other than adding new cabinets and floor in the kitchen and replacing some super ugly 1960's attempt to update light fixtures with antiques we found, it looks very much an old home, just rewired, replumbed and all of the wood restored by hand.

Ed Bonderenka said...

Do a book of that.

ProudHillbilly said...

:-) Which is why I wish I could afford to buy Grandma's house back.