(June 7, 1943 / Knoxville, Tennessee)

Inscriptions For A Friend's House

THE HOUSE

The cornerstone in Truth is laid,
The guardian walls of Honour made,
The roof of Faith is built above,
The fire upon the hearth is Love:
Though rains descend and loud winds call,
This happy house shall never fall.


THE DOORSTEAD

The lintel low enough to keep out pomp and pride:
The threshold high enough to turn deceit aside:
The doorband strong enough from robbers to defend:
This door will open at a touch to welcome every friend.


THE HEARTHSTONE

When the logs are burning free,
Then the fire is full of glee:
When each heart gives out its best,
Then the talk is full of zest:
Light your fire and never fear,
Life was made for love and cheer.



THE SUN-DIAL

Time can never take
What Time did not give;
When my shadows have all passed,
You shall live.

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it was a very good poem dude man
very good as I like eating raw okra, loves smell of tomato leaf, can eat onion, cucumber.
Summers are a blissful season offering so many wonderful things to do all day. Thanks, Nikki. Not only when you go to bed And sleep
I am not sure that work itself is as interesting as the commentary below. Indeed, the warmth of all things that make home home, is fuel for the heart and soul. Interesting to consider that this laundry list of familiar comfortables may seem completely alien to someone far away in a completely different culture, like Zanzibar or California. But we all share the yearning desire for the familiar comforts of home.
Sounds good to me. My kind of food. Interesting comments below.
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