Tim Smith Poet Personification

My Old Home

The dust has all but settled
let me go get the broom
sweeping off the back porch
and that old sitting room

Last night's wind storm was mighty
it nearly blew me far away
the foundation was a crumbling
as the house just swung and swayed

The timbers they were creaking
the tin roof has sprung a leak
the shutters all are broken
for a moment it really looked bleak

But that old building has survived
worn and weathered but tough
it stood up tall and fought
when everything got rough

There's so much beauty left
in this old home of mine
I believe I shall be loving her
till the very end of time

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Frances Schiavina June 29, 2017 at 10:58 AM I love poems that are easy to understand and your poem is beautiful. Will you also read my poetry?

Lisa Ricci March 25, 2017 at 4:09 AM Morning Tim. How very true. There are some things in life and yes places that we can never let go of. A home is one of those those things. Your words and entry are beautiful. We all can relate. You wrote smoothly and with love. May all old buildings survive. Well done

Sara Ella March 19, 2017 at 4:09 PM Beautiful poem Tim. :) So very sentimental <3

Lynn Marie March 19, 2017 at 4:31 AM ...how beautiful Tim :-) heartfelt sentiments that touch one's very soul. Wonderful writing :-) blessings, lynn

Kim Merryman March 18, 2017 at 5:41 PM I enjoyed reading your poem, Tim! Great work! Blessings, Kim

Casarah Nance March 18, 2017 at 5:21 AM That is great, a tough structure ready to survive the storm, awesome personification. A home, a self, made of strong sticks and stones. Hugs x

Becca Teagan March 17, 2017 at 7:16 PM aw, this is so good, Tim! No matter how worn our home becomes, it is home... comfy cozy and familiar.

Arthur Vaso March 17, 2017 at 7:08 PM Very well written, and how so very appropriate for me!

Sunlite Wanter March 17, 2017 at 7:00 PM Oh, Tim, you will touch us all with this. My childhood "homes" were adobe with thick, thick, walls, and mother had to dust every, every day. My home of many, many years now is like my second skin. And I cling to it.