The cold blows in through the back door <br />the boards creak as I walk across the floor <br />The windows are dusty and the walls have cracks <br />and the passage has signs where the mice have made <br />tracks. <br />The garden has grass that is four feet tall, where the weeds <br />and nettles are having a ball. There also stands a FOR SALE <br />sign, but would you buy this house that is in such decline. <br />Yes of course I would, because I know I should and as <br />a property person I would make it good. <br />I would brick up the back door so the cold won't blow <br />and I would build a double glass porch where the light <br />will show. The floor boards will not creak because I will <br />replace throughout and there will be no gaps for the mice <br />to get out. The walls will be plastered and the windows made <br />clean, and I will lay down carpets fit for a queen and this <br />old house will be my money machine. The garden I will <br />landscape from top to bottom by digging up and throwing <br />out everything that is rotten. Rose bushes I will plant because <br />they are my favorite flowers and they won't be ruined by April <br />showers, because they bloom in June with scent and petals <br />that last for hours.This beautiful house is my very own home <br />I have so much love for it, I don't never want to roam.<br /><br />sylvia spencer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-house-for-sale/
