( I wanted to lead with a picture of an old house.Didn't happen - working on it. ) warning : Troll behaviour ( On a post called Sanctuary ... ? )
The mother of our girls and I built this old house
with our four hands. Mudbrick walls and stripped-back second-hand windows, an iron roof and a huge fireplace. A deep bath and a cantankerous stove.
Way back when.
I go there now and hear the sounds of children,
coffee perking, foxes far off barking, a car
in the distance, or not : maybe wind.
Standing looking at the time we spent to get it
just so, the way we needed to,
I lean against this post and feel
the day I cut it up and we hoisted it together,
like some kind of flagpole, even : ours.
The dream we had runs through me now,
and the forest closes round.
This old place became home,
where peace sleeps and dreams ;
where blue bowls and mugs await - hey,
life is a sanctuary. If Heaven is on earth, this is ours.
sorry about the pics - never a problem until now - 2mb per pic now, and I have no idea how to reduce them to upload. Hope it doesn't matter ... kim