IF THIS OLD HOUSE COULD SPEAK

IF THIS OLD HOUSE COULD SPEAK

As the sound of wind echos the noise
From a new kitchen radio
And the smell of the sea
Now a deep part of me
Rushes to shore just below;
The attic holds stuff in storage
The supports are strong, not weak
In between the rafters & plaster
I wonder what it would say
If this old house could speak.

A brand new home in 1908
Noble Smith must have been proud
As he entered the Military
To fight for his Country
Bombs terrifying and loud;
The old house stood firm
A foundation built with love
Awaiting the return of a soldier
And months turned to years
As God watched from above
And the family inside grew older.

When the old house was fifty
It rocked with a family of five
Who lived & loved with-in it
Learning and growing together
Laughing, aging, alive!
Soon the father & mother
Saw their family leave the nest
And tho they sent their blessings
And always sent their love
They'd tried to do their best.

But when they, too, left the Island
Brand new owners slept inside
And the house got a facelift
But soon 'twas just a woman
And then, too soon, she died.
If this old house could speak
It would long for yesterday
The sounds of kids laughter
Long into the nights
Where their growing bodies lay.

Now a lady and her dog
Reside and care for it
The sea still rushes to the shore
And surrounded by the fog
The house just waits and sits---
Longing for Snackie and Gerald
And a heart-broken Susan Blair
And hoping it can stand with age
Another storm, another's rage
Year after year after year.