A little bit too warm inside this houseOn a summer's day
Makes the lumber of its skeleton smell a certain smell
and the breeze through open windows blows a certain warmth,
and the warm floor under bare feet caresses and holds,
and it is like the Farm.
And so I want it to be
a little bit too warm inside this house on a summer's day.
3 comments:
your poetry is beautiful..and I know a place just like the one in your last poem..and I too love the scent of a certain house when its a bit too warm ...and the way the screen door sounds when it slams behind yet another child...and the breeze when it ripples the sheers..when it a bit too warm...sigh...
I'm glad you didn't quit your job...I think...:) it sounds as if you love..if not it..then them..or perhaps yourself when you handle it..that is a rarity you know...
okay --now I have to write some poetry --because you've inspired it ....
check my blog tomorrow - or the next day....
I had to look twice to see that picture was actually the farm. I think you need to sell your house and move there - maybe I need to sell my house and move there.
Good 'from the heart' writing.
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