The Old Rock Home Poem by Kim Barney
The Old Rock Home
Serenely it stands
more than a hundred years
after it was built
by his own hands.
He was anything but weak.
It is my wife's grandfather
of whom I speak.
His building was not limited
to earthly structures, I can tell.
He built a wonderful family as well.
He is no longer here,
but his memory we hold dear.
By each and every measure
he left us with a treasure.
I don't know if my wife's grandfather actually built the house or if he bought it from someone else, or even if he was renting it at the time.
All I know is, my wife was really excited to finally be able to locate and actually look at the house recently after several failed previous attempts.
written 02 December 2015
Buildings have personalities derived from their inhabitants. Your wife's searching, your poem writing, just the need to see a picture of it show how deeply connected place and people are. And using the sonnet seems appropriate because its traditional format reflects the architecture: the art of building is based on blueprints, that is, patterns, and pattern is the essence of a sonnet. This strikes as only the first poem in a series you could write to make your families' pasts into present tense.
His memory we hold with expressive emotion in this poem. Serenely it stands more than a hundred years is very amazing. The imagery is drawn carefully and this is fantastically clever poem.
Kim, very nice poem, Did you have a chance to knock on the door and meet with the owner?
Wow, now that was quite an experience. And, yes it is a treasure. Going to Buy It? Seems worth it. Well written poem. I enjoyed it. Read mine - I Cannot Return - Adeline
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/26/2024 9:59:17 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A builder in every sense of the word. This is a brilliant poem, and a wonderful tribute.