Storehouse

This picture belongs to National Trust. It is of the Doyden House, a cottage in the UK. (Can I go please???)

Anyway, I’ve been practicing poetry assignments. -Different styles and rhythms… I used this image with my latest poem. It has 2 patterns (87877/ ABCBA) and if there is a name for either, you can comment below.

Storehouse

I am the storehouse of your love.

with open doors, rooms to fill

familiar lines, curious charms   

halls that lead beyond your will

I, the storehouse of your love.

I am the storehouse of your love.

where chairs embrace, volumes lend
inviting presence, mind at ease;

passing time, you’ll find you mend.

I, the storehouse of your love.

I am the storehouse of your love.

sturdy walls, in each a view

seasoned and warm, spiritual air

contented heart, naught to prove

I, the storehouse of your love.

I am the storehouse of your love.

table nurses, vessels slake                

truths are honored and lips rejoice

come to give but find you’ll take  

I, the storehouse of your love.

I am the storehouse of your love.

life is treasured, dreams unfold

an anthem reigns, the tempo soothes

a place to be, one to hold   

I, the storehouse of your love.

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Photo credit: Both pictures are from: http://www.nationaltrustholidays.org.uk/