This House Is Art
I wished I could have been there
Watching as you were created
Board by board you began to grow
Each one cut to Just the right size
Carefully placed in just the right spot
They were held together by honest men
Working at a craft learned from their fathers
And mastered by decades of experience
Even now after so many years
Your boards have greyed and some are missing
But your beauty and the visions of those men
Well, they can still be seen by anyone who looks
You are not the failing house some see
More than just a collection of old wood
You are a piece of art to be revered