Mary Nagy

Rookie (11-08-1970)

Our House - Poem by Mary Nagy

Our house was just an empty box.
We filled it with our love.
At first it was just you and I.
Then 3 more (with help from above.)

We fixed the rooms and filled them up
with things we like to share.
Some of our things are ''different''.
I like to call them ''rare''.

Like your bull horns and antlers
as well as all my books.
We just care that ''We like it! ''
We don't care how it looks.

Some people call it ''cluttered''.
Some call it ''shabby chic''.
Our house fits us just perfectly,
like us, it's just ''unique''.

Comments about Our House by Mary Nagy

  • (10/14/2005 5:27:00 AM)

    Thank you Tony! ........................... (Report)Reply

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  • (10/13/2005 3:21:00 AM)

    Dare I suggest 'Like us it's just unique' for the last line? (Report)Reply

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  • (8/28/2005 2:24:00 PM)

    I can relate to this poem completely... I like it very much indeed! (Report)Reply

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  • (3/25/2005 12:04:00 PM)

    Well at home Mary, and all the the comforts

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Poem Submitted: Friday, February 18, 2005

Poem Edited: Saturday, May 13, 2006

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