When I was born before the war
With brothers on each side
I could not know what was in store
What secrets I would hide
No sooner built than bright young pair
Had moved into my halls
To start a life with little care
Protected by my walls
Though bombers flew they missed my street
And little children came
My floors all rang to tiny feet
With army leave to blame!
My garden filled with things to eat
Must dig for victory
And when the fighting was complete
The husband came home free
A quiet time as children grew
And then they went away
I loved to shelter just my two
Grandchildren came to stay!
First he got old and then he died
The garden overgrew
She took a lodger safe inside
Another life I knew
Then their time came, I stood alone
Until the new arrived
Two kids, a couple and a loan
But very soon they thrived
Two more babies, I was filled
I watched them live and play
Although I love then I was thrilled
When two had moved away!
I know that soon they'll just be two
A quiet time again
I just keep doing what I do
That's keeping out the rain!
Author notes
A potted and relatively accurate history of the my own house.
A contest entry
- "Life As A House" contest by kiwigirljacks & unsigned.. come see!! by kiwigirljacks.
2000 points, ended May 31, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Very clever...
Loved the journey here.
Being English I can relate so well with the story.
Thanks so much for the share..
Simon -
I love how you did this, as if it was the house talking about all the people it has kept, the different lives it has seen, the highs and lows, love and loss... all done beautifully!!
Thank you for this entry!
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Busy places most homes are, and yours was surely very busy. It was a very vivid read, and see you had many memories...Thanks for sharing them in verse....excellent rhyme pattern...novy
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Well done hon. Very impressive, them walls, ouch..thank goodness they remain silent..
Love you
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Very well-executed, bro.
Take a line of bunnies.
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Your house sounds as though it's seen it share of tears and laughter, highs and lows.
Thank God the walls can't really talk!!!!!!
All the best...
Sue
xx
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