THE OLD HOUSE
The old house sat without a care
Drops floated on liquid air
The night sky empty except for fog
Held no sound, no monologue
The old house stood strong and fair.
We stood where our ancestors dared
We sang their praises, said a prayer,
And stumbled lost into the bog
The old house sat.
We suddenly became aware
The porch held a rocking chair
The eyes saw not where the feet could slog
We whispered a dialogue
To remind us, Beware!
The old house sat.
Written for dVerse~Poets Pub Form For All
