The Walls Napo 25

Yesterday’s prompt at NaPoWriMo was to write about masonry.  Dentist Jock built our last but one home, and this little poem does him honour for it.  We pass it frequently, without regret.

When your home is a house
built by your own hands,
stone by stone,
strong and straight,
with walls a metre thick,
would it break hearts to leave it?
No.  The pride is still there
for the permanent legacy.

 

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6 Responses to The Walls Napo 25

  1. restlessjo says:

    Nice little house, Viv, and lots of happy memories 🙂

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  2. Ron. says:

    Fine poem to honor fine craftsmanship.

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  3. colonialist says:

    Wow – if I had built a house you’d have to take me outta there in a box!

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