Bric-A-Brac

Once within these very walls farmers woke at dawn. The field was full of vegetable, the cows were in the barn. Life was full of chicken clucks, and Mother's who could darn, bales of hay stacked within but, all of that's withdrawn. Within my walls, my embrace, I hold one matron chaste a Smokey cat, and bric-a-brac, she's a lonely one. Surrounded left, surrounded right, all her chores are done, I can but hold, I can not mold, the ones that I embrace. Four walls within, four walls without, a box of reverie meant to hold the dreams of tykes, of pets and chick-a-dees. Head held high, I seal the deal by denizens decree and in the night, the shadows talk to comfort such as she. A house, a home, a room, a box what stories people tell but walls will not for you see, these walls are ancestral.