Its red bricks appeared mellow in the sun,
as day was done.
Ivy climbing up the high gable side,
clung on with pride.
Grey slate roof shone silver, splashed by the rain,
now on the wane.
Peaceful spot to end the long toiling hours,
washed by showers.
One golden sunset is claiming the scene,
all’s freshly clean.
A welcome back, a fine uplifting sight,
when falls the night.
This perfect setting is all quiet and calm,
Oh, sweetest balm.
My house a perfect haven just for me,
great place to be.
© Ernestine Northover
This poem is written so beautifully, all the feeling and passion and beauty pouring across the page like a bright crisp morning's sun Amazing what just a few lines can do and you do it so well Love duncan X
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Home is where the heart is, and it shows in this lovely poem, full of passion as Duncan says, Love Lynda xx