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  • Allie Lynde
  • Mar 4
  • 1 min read

The house creeks

as people walk through.

The kitchen once

an olive green,

now a navy blue.

The banister of the stairs

on the opposite side

of where they used to be.

They can still see where they

once stood.

At some time there was

just a kitchen and dining room.

Now a den was added.

There used to be less,

now there is more.

The foundation slowly decaying,

but the house not scrapped.

The floorboards molding

to its furniture.

There used to be

a family of four– now six.

The house could

have  been demolished, yet

it was remodeled.

Something old–withered

now turned into a place,

new people can call home.


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