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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!

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Acrostic Home Poetry

Interior

interior

 

2nd January 2017

It’s that place away from the winter weather,

never understated – because it’s yours

tables and chairs in the kitchen-cum-diner, settee and TV in the lounge

each room containing its own mark made by you

rugs with interesting patterns laid on hard wood floors

intrinsic patterns that took an age to fit

on the whole – its the way you thought it out, a

really nice, warm and inviting home.