David Walker Poet Rhyme

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Terra Cotta Clay

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 April 13, 2022 at 9:38 AM Excellent! David Walker April 14, 2022 at 4:35 AM Thanks, Kim. Looking forward to reading your work too.

Jeff Kyser April 13, 2022 at 4:43 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 April 13, 2022 at 8:56 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