The Walnut Poem by Lecie Bailey-Jackson

Lumber together with sturdy might
So roomy, a treasure fit for family joys
Yet graciously she stood a promising sight
Enough room for husband, wife, two girls, and two boys
Oh, how I wish the doors will open
Once inside we would cherish ever square foot
Needless to say my passion will heighten
Spiraling stairs like a never ending hook
To settle here only hopes and dreams
Yet happiness will still be there
A glance at state of the art dwelling scenes
Oh how I wish we all would share