Old Wood In The House

strong winter winds
old wood in the house
ceilings, floors, walls
startling me in the early hours
speaking to me this day

resilience
strength

the way
Hope holds

18 thoughts on “Old Wood In The House

  1. The house speaking to you! When we lived in Shawano, Wisconsin we lived in a house like that. It had a personality. I love this poem because it reminds me
    resilience
    strength

    the way
    Hope holds
    even within the old buildings we humans have built.

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    1. Dear Thomas,

      It was so encouraging to check my email today and see your very kind comments and the posts you especially like. I plan to catch up with your site as well.

      Good to hear about when you lived in Wisconsin. We are the fifth owners of our home, which began as a cottage in the 1940s. It had to be rebuilt from the inside, new pipes and many new walls (no basement, so had to take the back of the house down to the sand), and this all takes good time. The art and hard labor of many local craftspeople are all a part of my daily life now.

      Original knotty pine wood walls in the living room refinished. One carpenter said that on other jobs the wood would have gone into a dumpster. But the character and lives of all who have gone before make it all worthwhile.

      So Yes, “even within the old buildings we humans have built.” Lovely! Thanks again, Ellen

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    1. Hi Tracy, Your encouragement always means a lot! I’m honored by your nomination and will learn more. As a personal decision only, I’m not accepting awards with requirements–but so value the kind intentions of all our blogging friends. I’m also posting on a second and smaller blog, Poems From Psalms And Nature. http://elingrace.wordpress.com So time limitations as well.

      All the best, and thanks again, Ellen

      PS I sent this poem to Bell’s Letters Poet, a print journal, given everyone’s thoughts!

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