That House – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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Old miners house at the historic Gwalia townsite.

 

That House

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

24 Comments

Filed under Free Verse, life, poem

24 responses to “That House – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

  1. A house is just a shelter without love and family. Wonderfully expressed.

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  2. Na Mirea

    That made me quite nostalgic. Reminiscing about my childhood now 😉

    Liked by 1 person

  3. so sweet, they are the colours every house should be painted!

    Liked by 1 person

  4. Off topic, Paul. Have you ever written a poem in honor of Veteran’s /Remembrance Day ?

    Liked by 1 person

  5. Carries a lot of memories 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

  6. My newly renovated family home is at the next stage … painting. Your poem, the palette.

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  7. Love this. I appreciate your support on my page. I think you are one of two people that enjoy my content 😂

    Liked by 1 person

  8. lync56

    That is so beautiful

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    Liked by 1 person

  9. MNL

    I love this poem, the lovely romantic heartfelt turning at the end

    Liked by 1 person

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