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New House

Construction workers did their job Their voices and their tools are gone They left the smell of concrete dust They left the smell of new We smell an almost home sweet home Our whispers bounce from wall to wall The doorpost needs a coat of paint The carpet seeks a place to rest Still we are strangers, we are guests We do not know which floorboard squeaks The smells of day, the sounds of night have not yet settled in our minds One day this house will be our friend No longer will we call it new The table, chairs, the lazy couch lie comfy in its warm embrace

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008

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Date: 4/24/2011 1:10:00 PM
Quite an inventive write.
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Date: 5/10/2009 2:48:00 AM
We all must have experienced the lines in your poem Niels, beautiful foundation to live, James.
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Date: 3/3/2009 1:46:00 PM
Niels, I like the way you describe "the smell of new." Very nice reflection on the feelings of settling into a new home. Love, Carolyn
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