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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Seven generations walked through your door, Which stood so strong and always welcomed in. You said goodbye when boys headed to war, Two soldiers lost to battles they can’t win. Your kitchen always busy as a bee, With canning, baking apple crumble cake. Stone hearth, a place for warmth and drink some tea, The table decked with riches to partake. The living room a place to sit and chat, With pictures hanging for one hundred years. A chair still there where ancestors once sat, This room for laughter and at times for tears. Your nursery where many babies grew, With bassinet where ev’ry child did lie. The paint would change at times from pink to blue, A place where time would always quickly fly. The floors within have felt each child’s first walk, Their worn out wood drowned many times with stain. You watched the aging people gently rock, You’ve heard and felt the tapping of a cane. I stand and listen in your sacred halls And feel that you’re a part of everyone. Each breath we took embedded in your walls, Of fathers, mothers, daughters and of sons. Old house of stone your warmth embraces me, Your children now all scattered far and wide. You still stand proud for all the world to see, The thoughts of you, sweet memories inside. The house my children grew up in. Iambic Pentameter Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 10.02.2014 Giorgio’s Contest: Iambic Verse III 2nd Best of 2014 1st place
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