Its red bricks appeared mellow in the sun, <br />as day was done. <br />Ivy climbing up the high gable side, <br />clung on with pride. <br />Grey slate roof shone silver, splashed by the rain, <br />now on the wane. <br />Peaceful spot to end the long toiling hours, <br />washed by showers. <br />One golden sunset is claiming the scene, <br />all’s freshly clean. <br />A welcome back, a fine uplifting sight, <br />when falls the night. <br />This perfect setting is all quiet and calm, <br />Oh, sweetest balm. <br />My house a perfect haven just for me, <br />great place to be. <br /> <br /> <br />© Ernestine Northover<br /><br />Ernestine Northover<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sweetest-balm/
