a piece of poetry written by inky back in October 2011.
its had a bit of a brush up….inky.
empty windows, front and back
This old terraced house has seen an attack
lined up un boarded on a desolate street
overgrown garden weeds under feet
But park yourself a minute..in that old iron chair
take a few seconds to take in the air
theres life in those bricks, and down the whole street
with some plan and attention it’ll all be a treat
fix up the windows, paint the walls, add some seats
clean up the wood floors adding rugs to be neat
throw in a cooker, a table a bed
not forgetting kitchen where your family is fed
add in a telly, some stuff that is yours
with a lovely bathroom wi waterproof floors
plant your own flowers in garden and see
the return of the wildlife in form of the bees 🐝
this unloved old place, can soon be called home
as many a family, spreads out and does roam
it’s the people in the building that make it their own
which confirms that saying ….a house ain’t a home!
