Old miners house at the historic Gwalia townsite.
That house,
our first house,
where I traced the lines and holes,
trod its carpets bare,
ever eyeing the sagging plaster,
where dust was our friend
and spiders paid their way,
even the rodents were not destitute.
Well that house we painted boldly,
with the brightest colours of our love.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul,
pvcann.com
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Many thanks for that.
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A house is just a shelter without love and family. Wonderfully expressed.
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Thank you so much, and yes without love …
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That made me quite nostalgic. Reminiscing about my childhood now 😉
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O wow, so glad it connected, thank you.
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so sweet, they are the colours every house should be painted!
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Absolutely 🙂
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Off topic, Paul. Have you ever written a poem in honor of Veteran’s /Remembrance Day ?
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Not yet, it has been on my mind as to how to do that.
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Life is beautiful.
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It sure is.
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Carries a lot of memories 🙂
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yes indeed, thank you 🙂
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My newly renovated family home is at the next stage … painting. Your poem, the palette.
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Hey, hope that goes well, I love house painting (they say I’m weird) 🙂 Thank you Dawn
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Thank you, the project management, when I’m on the road so frequently, has been a challenge.
Painting is a soothing activity, so I’m not surprised people enjoy it.
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Well, as you say, almost there if it’s at the painting stage, so nearly over.
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Love this. I appreciate your support on my page. I think you are one of two people that enjoy my content 😂
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I do enjoy it 🙂
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That is so beautiful
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Thanks Lyn
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I love this poem, the lovely romantic heartfelt turning at the end
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Thank you for sharing that.
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