Joseph Anderson

Rookie - 134 Points (3-12-25)

A Haven From Life's Storm


This old house out in the country
Surely, isn't much to see,
With it's sagging walls and chimneys,
Yet, it's still a home for me.

It has served a useful purpose
For a hundred years, or more;
And has welcomed many faces
Through it's wide and gracious door.

Like a mother toiling ever,
It has lost it's shape, once trim,
And it's style is long outmoded
By more youthful ones with vim.

Now it sits on it's foundation,
Sinking slowly in the sand,
Tired from all it's years of serving;
How it needs a helping hand.

No, I would not take a million
For this tired old place of mine,
Because a house is really home
When it has weathered with the time.

Submitted: Wednesday, November 17, 2010

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  • Freshman - 2,203 Points Patricia Grantham (7/5/2013 10:19:00 AM)

    An old house that has withstood the test of time and
    weathered life's storm is as important as a new house
    that is custom built to withstand even the harshest of weather.
    There are still many old houses still standing and my parents
    house are one of them. Not only has it weathered the storms but
    also it behind it's walls love abounded. I truly enjoyed this one Joe
    brings back many memories. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 240 Points Ray Quesada (10/13/2012 11:30:00 AM)

    Reminds me of my grandparents old house on Ohio...I gave this one a 9 - I reserve 10's for the supreme poems, which i'm sure you have a few of...This is as good as W.B. Yeats, Joseph. it's true, authentic, and I'll even use a phrase I used to describe J. Kerouac - soul-obliterating and resurrecting. i feel like your words took me apart rearranged me, and then put me back together as a new version of myself! (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 11,883 Points Valsa George (8/27/2012 7:39:00 AM)

    However old the house may be, it is a haven that shelters us from every storm. Your deep sentiments for your sweet home is manifest in every line of it and produces a flurry of nostalgic feelings in the readers! ! What a nice read! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Heather Wilson (5/4/2012 5:38:00 PM)

    This is a lovely poem, home is where the heart is, whatever condition the building, really beautiful thoughts.

    You have such a wonderful flow to your work and it`s a pleasure to read. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Wendy Thopliss (2/9/2011 4:17:00 AM)

    Joe this is a beautiful poem. the vision you give in this poem is a lovely reminder of growing up in a loving respected home 10. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 356 Points Juan Olivarez (2/7/2011 6:44:00 PM)

    I agree with Lynn Joe, this is just a wonderful piece, beautiful words that low easily and tell their story so well. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Lynn Glover (2/7/2011 1:49:00 PM)

    Joe it has been a long time since I've read a poem so beautiful. The discription reminds me of my childhood home and the love and caring that abound. I feel almost if I just returned from a trip to that old home. Thanks for the memories. Your Friend, Lynn (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Bert Bell (11/30/2010 12:05:00 AM)

    This is a beautiful poem, Joe. I found it very moving, as so many of your poems are. You have a wonderful way of writing imagery into your work. Very nice indeed. (Report) Reply

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