On a firm foundation sits the house I grew up in.
It’s bright white siding makes it stand out
with brownish gold paint on the trimming all around
It’s walls are pearly white with almond colored wood work
The sun glistens through every three-foot window
The front yard is full of lilacs, morning glories and bountiful roses
The back yard dawns healthy fruit trees
Apples, oranges, peaches and plums
Their sweet smell tickles my nose
A tree swing hangs from the tall weeping willow
The frog pond brings a calmness to its visitors
I open the stained glass door
and walk up the winding staircase
I sit at the bay window at the end of the hall
My loyal cat Chloe jumps into my lap
She pers as we both spy the beautiful sunset
The slow summer breeze sends the mixed scent
of fruits and flowers all through the house
There is such a warm fuzzy feeling all about this old house
The house that still brings me great comfort both inside and out
This Old House©
©Copyright 2014
By Felina Silver Robinson
The Writings of Felina Silver Robinson 