The neighborhood is quiet, the vision serene
with stately tress abounding
and the grass is so green.
The flowers so beautiful and the vision complete
as if from a painting, a peaceful scene.
There it is, on the corner,
the old house stands
as if speaking volumes, the picture of grand.
This house is special, a unique kind of home
Right out of a dream or perhaps some old poem.
Up the steps and across the landing
Open the door, no need to be standing
I go in with a quiet movement
Through the great standing door;
So heavy if feels, yet so easy to move
They don't make doors like this any more
A pass I have to explore this old place
Its all mine for the moment
Such an awesome space
Inside is quiet as if waiting for me
Step up on the carpet to see what I see
Over there is the library with furniture grand
Of various styles from yesteryear.
The old fireplace in the South wall stands
with a fire a-burning, a fire of good cheer
The old staircase winds to the 2nd floor
and I know that upstairs is definitely more
But for now I'll be still in this old quiet rocker
No better pace to go, no better offer
I think I have had this dream before
of a beautiful place I'd like to explore
Don't wake me now I am calm and at rest
For now I am the contented guest.
- Wm R. Eubank, 2020
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