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Terra Cotta Clay

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Terra Cotta Clay David J Walker Somehow the house still felt like it was his Wistful rejection The days through the doors The chores The noisy neighbors annoyed at any form of complaint The peeling paint The frail frame and clapboard refrain The sun and rain And dust in bursts of wind Send failing faith in every direction Terra Cotta clay failing inspection Wistful validation Cancellation Time has been unkind to this frame Yet somehow lost souls remain In its protection

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Kim Rodrigues

Date: 4/13/2022 9:38:00 AM

Excellent!

David Walker
Date: 4/14/2022 4:35:00 AM

Thanks, Kim. Looking forward to reading your work too.

Jeff Kyser

Date: 4/13/2022 4:43:00 AM

Very nice - old houses possess a certain charm, don't they? In the late 80s, we remodelled a house built in the 50, found old newspapers in the walls, real 2"x4" studs of hardwood, all sorts of features no longer done now to make it sturdy. 1300 sq ft, they raised a family of 6. Now, that's an apartment for 1-2

David Walker
Date: 4/13/2022 8:56:00 AM

Thanks, Jeff, The house represents our bodies..and the rest is about aging and time. I love to see the old Depression-era houses out in the countryside here in West Texas. It makes me thing about what my mother and father went through