Victorian House

On a broad street 'neath spreading sycamores sits a stately dwelling. Its elegance and surrounding grounds are so very compelling. Gracious gardens and towering pines enhance its wide expanse, All girded by a charming, yet sturdy, white iron picket fence. Gingerbread ornamentation adorns its every eave and gable. At the rear of the house stands a horse and carriage stable. In my minds-eye I sit upon its front porch, so very inviting, To muse upon its past and what made life there so exciting. I see eloquent ladies and gentlemen arriving for a gala affair, Happily anticipating the fellowship that awaits them there. Outside huge flakes of snow waft gently to the earth, But inside a blazing fire welcomes them to its cozy hearth. The grandfather clock in the hall intones its sonorous chimes. For decades it has dwelled there, overseeing happy times. In the parlor a grand pump organ reposes by yon wall, If only it could speak, what special memories it might recall! The house has weathered the ravages of time with exquisite grace, Providing warmth and comfort, when life moved at a slower pace. Built to last for generations, built when guild took pride; There, generations of genteel folk, loved, laughed and cried! Entry for Nayda Ivette Negron's "Enchanted House" Contest