The Old House Revisited Poem by Kevin Eaglesfield

Fresh paint has changed the brown for white,
Her eyes, once dark, are filled with light,
The rooms are furnished, floors are new,
And trees are lopped to clear the view.

Her garden, once so overgrown,
Is dug and tilled and lawns are mown.
Shrubs are planted, brambles killed,
Rubbish burnt and pot-holes filled.

The gutters, rusted long ago,
Are new and paths are cleaned below.
The pond is clear, the rushes tall,
To frame the sparkling waterfall.

New slates have covered holes above
To seal in laughter, peace and love.
They want her now, she's not too old.
A cosy log fire exiles cold.