Old Houses by: Jennie Romano
I like old houses, with steps that sag, and worn picket fences running zig-zag.
Like little children playing tag, happy old houses, with thresholds worn thin,
By young ones and old ones who walked out and in.
I like old houses, that squat in the rain, that have welcomed the years
and sheltered the pain, of knowing they wait for a loved one in vain.
Crazy old houses that bask in the sun, browned like a crusty, flaky bun.
I like old houses that patiently wait, for a new friend's hand on the creaky gate-
Knowing that love is never too late. Houses sagacious-like prophets of old;
Knowing so many things they never have told.