Two years ago, we moved into our “little house on the highway” or as I refer to it, the new, old house. The picture is not of our house, but one of Paul’s older paintings of a cottage in the north woods. The poem is not new either, but in commemoration of our 2nd year in it, I’m reposting it for your pleasure. It feels like an old shoe now – fitting us very well.
ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER©
A house is just a dwelling place, a place to sleep and eat,
A set of rooms to roam about, to gather and to greet,
Each filled with lath and plaster, with paint and other things,
It soon becomes inhabited and that’s when life begins,
The walls could tell us stories of who these people were,
By things they said, the hugs and joys and words that would occur,
Of broken hearts, of emptiness, of loss and loneliness,
Of joyfulness and goals achieved, of peace and happiness,
It’s just a simple shelter made of brick or wood or stone,
But when a family lives there, it soon becomes a home.
ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER©
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Your poem gives me images of a quaint old house off a highway…seems lovely.
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We really love our little house. We downsized a couple years ago. The house is a charming farm house from the late 1800s. It was all ready for us when we moved in. A true gift from God at the last minute! Glad you enjoyed the post.
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Both the poem and the painting are beautiful!
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Thank you so much for reading. The painting is my husband’s work and the poem mine. Glad you enjoyed both.
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