A Poem A Day #94

The Old House

The old house stood tall
And opened wide its windows.
The winds came from miles around
To ring the wind chimes
And awaken the creaky walls.
Will you learn of its secrets?
Step across the threshold
And listen closely.
Be aware, the floors are weak.
Step with caution and clarity.
Step with purpose.
The old house stood tall;
It would not tumble.
It has too many secrets,
Too many treasures,
To forget.

By Catherine Joy

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