This old house out in the country <br />Surely, isn't much to see, <br />With it's sagging walls and chimneys, <br />Yet, it's still a home for me. <br /> <br />It has served a useful purpose <br />For a hundred years, or more; <br />And has welcomed many faces <br />Through it's wide and gracious door. <br /> <br />Like a mother toiling ever, <br />It has lost it's shape, once trim, <br />And it's style is long outmoded <br />By more youthful ones with vim. <br /> <br />Now it sits on it's foundation, <br />Sinking slowly in the sand, <br />Tired from all it's years of serving; <br />How it needs a helping hand. <br /> <br />No, I would not take a million <br />For this tired old place of mine, <br />Because a house is really home <br />When it has weathered with the time.<br /><br />Joseph Anderson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-haven-from-life-s-storm/
