Old Buildings Speak (Second Edition) Poem by Marianne Reninger

Time knows no beginning or end
Old Buildings wave and wend,
And the words live on in the wind...

Old Houses Speak
With words that time forgot.
They groan and creak, and settle and weep
For long-lost children that played in their yards.

Old Barns Speak
Of braying donkey and milking cow;
Hens and ducklings, screeching and scratching
In the hay-laden, sweet-funk air.

Old Buildings Speak
Of their store-house of olden wares.
Tobacco drying, machines turning, lumber curing,
Fabric spinning, scissors trimming,
Men's minds thinking there.

Old Sea Cottages Speak
Of the briny wood and barnacle feet,
Of foghorn's belch and mermaid's greet,
And waves ever slapping refrain.

Time knows no beginning or end
Old Buildings wave and wend,
And the words live on in the wind...