04/11/2020 – Poem a Day Compilation
I stood before the gates
That towered o’er my head
Majestic in its grandeur
Behind which nobility’s bred
I turned the key hesitantly
The cold metal creaking as it turned
Opening a whole world for me
For which I’d always yearned
A tree lined avenue stretched out before
And far into the distance
Meandering through the grounds
Following the path of least resistance
As I walk, I wonder silently
About the generations who have been before
Who they were and how they lived
What was fact and what folklore
Then, rising up before my eyes
A palace fit for any queen
With the grandest of steps ascending
What visitors they had seen
Imposing wooden doors, tall and proud
Daring weary travellers to try their luck
To win a fair maiden’s hand, perhaps
Or show what courage they could pluck
But no need for luck that day
I was the rightful heir to the manor
Accompanied not by a fanfair
Nor met by any banner
Just the quiet knowledge of being home
The work of restoration all to come
For this stunning, grand old dame
And for the house that will not succumb
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