Old Homes

Old Homes have bones/ Within their peeling skins/ And humour and laughter/ And sighs and sadness.// Old homes have a need/ To laugh in falling mist/ Silently,-No creaking of/ Painful doors can silence/ that quiet!/ Old homes fashion hollow stories/ with strands and webs of time./ Visitor with younger, tauter skin/ Leaves carrying in him / Several empty, vacant voices/ Blowing from fields of thought./