Days of only candles burning oldest of furniture
Heaviest drapes of old from ceilings down to floor..
The strongest fragrance ever of oldest age of oak
An ancient grandfather clock there by largest door..
Tallest ever ceilings with highest mightiest beams
Having been chiseled so incredibly long ago..
Carpets ever deep over widest well laid boards
When walked upon letting all within thus to know..
A mighty sized oldest out of tune harp it still stood
Telling nobody had played for the longest of time..
Crystal glass wear to be seen by windows so mighty
Deepest oldest fire places still gave fragrance of pine..
Oldest portraits of the unknown as if watching you
Regardless where it seemed that you were to wander..
The feeling you were never alone at any time within
Dustiest precious once lounges to sit as you ponder..
Endless years of histories hidden stories still untold
But one had the feeling many unseen wanted to tell..
As if spirits following your very soul as you walked
Giving feelings of being welcome oldest home so well..
So real within a dream a time long ago now gone by
Having one feel they'd been there memories of a time..
When this beautiful old home was back when so busy
Love and laughter forgotten oldest home ever divine..