Good Bones
I remember it well, the house was half timbered
and layered with brick that married the hill
White paint was peeling on the north-western side
and nothing but work would spark much appeal
We were traveling home after a weekend's adventure
without ever knowing we had entered the future
A sign on the gate had caused us to dawdle,
so we turned up the driveway to buy a few apples
But something had charmed us, like gold in the sun
The place sat up high, on a hilltop alone
with the clouds and the treetops, that filtered the light
leaving shadows on slopes that followed the road
Something had frozen a moment of sun
and gave us a feeling of something undone
The old man who lived there had much more to say
about selling the place, and a move into town
where an apple a day meant a run to the store
Quickly …. our thoughts, were left at his door
to grapple, to sort, to ripen and ponder
A wonder he didn't conclude us insane
Out in the yard, our children were playing
Running through grass that scented the hills
A house with good bones, we could call it a home
We climbed out on a limb, for a place to seek shelter,
we could make it our own
and that's what we did
The house of our dreams, is where we still live
Our dream came alive, and without one regret
We turned to buy apples……, we drove through the gate
We've lived here for decades. It must have been fate
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6/26/16
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