Old House Poem by Harold R Hunt Sr

Old house
The house looked old from the weather for years.
It bring tears to my eyes.
The windows are dirty from the dusty roads.
The mailbox was rusty from the rain it held.
The porch was falling in the boards are rotten.
The door was stuck it had to be forced open.
A chair covered with a sheet had cat feet prints in the dust.
The old house had so much mistrust.
No paints on the wall in the hall.At this old house.
It brings old times to your heart.
This old house.