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belltate98
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This house built so long ago, stood tall through rain and wind and snow.

This House

This house built so long ago, stood tall through rain and wind and snow.

Her paint now dull, faded and chipped, But, still her beauty is yet to slip.

Scents of wood and smoke and pine, this means this house, this home is mine.

These walls still painted beige and white, with rays of glowing, iridescent lights.

Its dog, he barks when floorboards creak, you'd think he hadn't seen you this week.

The big green door is open wide, offering guests to come inside.

Family photos hung up tall, next to marks of heights on the wall.

Spiral stairs that groan and shake, when sneaking out will surely wake.

Yellow flowers in a vase, upon a cloth that's white with lace.

Around this table sits, a family growing bit by bit.

It's children once had plans to run away, but now all they want is to stay.

A flag outside that whips and waves, with tattered cloth that rants and raves.

Bluish shutters brace the wind, they are happy to be home again.

Candles burn bright and bold, this house full of hands to hold.

Grandmother and father, mom and dad, This house is shelter when things get bad.

They had three children, two boys, one girl, they swore to protect them from this big world.

When greyish clouds fill bright blue skies, this house, this home it never lies.

All who enter are loved and cherished, remembered fondly alive or perished.

Filled with happiness and hope, they stick together through every slope.

This house built so long ago, stood tall through rain and wind and snow.

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