The cold blows in through the back door
the boards creak as I walk across the floor
The windows are dusty and the walls have cracks
and the passage has signs where the mice have made
The garden has grass that is four feet tall, where the weeds
and nettles are having a ball. There also stands a FOR SALE
sign, but would you buy this house that is in such decline.
Yes of course I would, because I know I should and as
a property person I would make it good.
I would brick up the back door so the cold won't blow
and I would build a double glass porch where the light
will show. The floor boards will not creak because I will
replace throughout and there will be no gaps for the mice
to get out. The walls will be plastered and the windows made
clean, and I will lay down carpets fit for a queen and this
old house will be my money machine. The garden I will
landscape from top to bottom by digging up and throwing
out everything that is rotten. Rose bushes I will plant because
they are my favorite flowers and they won't be ruined by April
showers, because they bloom in June with scent and petals
that last for hours.This beautiful house is my very own home
I have so much love for it, I don't never want to roam.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem