My One Hundred and Seventy Year old house...1847

P.H.Rose

     My one hundred and seventy year old       house....1847.

If you could speak, what tales you'd tell,
My little house, with the big door bell.
Four windows to, the world you view,
All those that walk, includes me and you.
One hundred and seventy, years you've stood,
Through times of famine, and times of flood.
From cobbled street, to pavement smooth,
From a Horse and cart, to vans that move.
Watching children, with both doll and ball,
Seeing soldiers march, armoured vehicles roll.
From first day break, to last nights light,
You watch it all, our happiness, our fight.
You where built back in time, from materials new,
You where Built to last, built for all to view.
I know not how, many more years you'll last.
But when your gone, we'll lose another window, to our past.

  • Author: P.H.Rose (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 23rd, 2017 08:34
  • Comment from author about the poem: There is an old house near me Where I live, it is absolutely Beautiful. I wrote this poem To remind me that not everything Has to be modern...
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 55
Get a free collection of Classic Poetry ↓

✔ Receive the ebook in seconds ✔ 50 poems from 50 different authors


Comments +

Comments6

  • ShannonXx

    Love the feel of this poem and of course well written too

    • P.H.Rose

      Thank you Shannon

    • Michael Edwards

      Thankfully old buildings are better protected than in the past but still much to do - great write PH

      • P.H.Rose

        Thank you Michael
        Love old buildings
        Councils tear them
        Down way to quickly

      • FredPeyer

        I like it, well written. Following your poems Grandmother and Grandfather, maybe this one could have been titled "Great Grandfather" 🙂

        • P.H.Rose

          Ha ha. Thank you Fred
          A good idea

        • Heather T

          I love an old house. The walls always seem to talk. Nice!

          • P.H.Rose

            Thank you Heather
            If I write another poem
            About old houses I'll
            Use that lie with your
            Permission "walls that talk"
            Love it...

            • Heather T

              Absolutely.

              • P.H.Rose

                Sorry ment to put line...
                not lie.. ha ha

              • malubotelho

                How sweet this poem. I felt like going there to admire it for myself. I have a crush for old houses. Very well written.

                • P.H.Rose

                  Thank you malubotelho
                  They are a thing of beauty

                  • malubotelho

                    I believe so. Maybe one day.

                  • Goldfinch60

                    Good write. I think we all wonder what these elderly houses have seen and the tales that they could tell.

                    • P.H.Rose

                      Thank you GF60
                      I think exactly the same



                    To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.