This House Speaks

poem by: Christopher Russon
Written on Dec 11, 2016

I have passed this house
A hundred times, or more 
But I never entered through it's door
I hear it calling me
Come inside and you will see
This house is full of history.

This house speaks but I keep walking
I hear it calling me 
Come inside and you will see 
This house is full of memories. 

One of these days I will step inside 
And who can say what in there lies 
I will climb those stairs 
And enter the rooms look out the windows 
And watch the flowers bloom.

This house speaks but I keep walking 
I hear it calling me 
Come inside and you will see 
This house is full of serenity .

This house has stories it can tell 
A tale of laughter, a tale of joy 
Now left empty all has gone
This house survives and carries on.

This house speaks but I keep walking 
I hear it calling me 
Come inside and you will see 
This house can be your destiny.

The history 
The memories
The serenity
Everything a house should be.

 

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Cecilia Crasto commented:
Beautiful poem, if only houses could speak and reveal the secrets hidden therein!!
Christopher Russon commented:
Thank you Cecilia for your comment. Houses certainly have an atmosphere as this house did.
Maria Williams commented:
Old derelict houses fascinate me, I find myself wondering how they looked in their hey day, what secrets they hold etc, you've conveyed it all so well here.
Piya Paul Mudgal commented:
Beautiful piece
Christopher Russon commented:
I love old houses I have worked in many. One particular house I really did like I drove past It Every day .Thank you for your comment Piya.
Frank Hornby . commented on Sep 12, 2017 at 8:14pm
That house has caught my imagination.....I want to go inside....nice poem Chris..

 

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