Our Home

Our Home

It’s small wooden frame house
With sturdy timbers that reassure.
Lifted shades let sunlit dreams inside
Optimism ignores aging, sun baked, shingles.

The humble structure has a family inside
The guardian shields from elements outside.
Observing the glow of candles and happy events
Its warm heart and gentle arms offer comfort.

Breezes of leisure, blow across the porch
cats lay like pillows on rails as they doze.
Rose blooms are radiant jewels, scenting the air.
Squirrels hunt nuts like gold gathering prospectors.

Pine trees are towering shade providing giants.
Their scaly cones plummet like grenades
The lawn is a carpet of supple green blades
giving thanks for a long and satisfying rain.

A sense of well being lives inside and out
It is a mansion in disguise, without a doubt.

by Theresa Ann Moore

Comments (2)

you made it sound like a utopian mansion.....evreyone will want to come and live there......so many homes are the complete opposite of this and no one ever knows from looking at the outside.... what goes on in the insideis sometimes scarey....what a warm poem...thanks for sharing: O)
What a lovely description, and such a thinly veiled disguise, this home which is a mansion or even palace of good vibes.