Swallowed by time,
trees, grass, and lore
A small house stands,
rooted in stone
Rusted old gate,
on broken hinge
The well-trod path,
welcomes you home
Unlocked latches,
weathered wood
Where the door cracks,
the hearth is warm
A cozy home on the outskirts of Limerick, Ireland
Photo by: c.b.w. 2009
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c.b.w. 2013
C.B. Wentworth 
Lovely poem and delightful little home. Visiting Limerick (well, Ireland in general) is one of my 100 Dreams…
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I didn’t get to stay there very long, but I did enjoy a walk down a narrow road that took me past little homes like this, ruins of old castles and fields of cows. 🙂
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What a wonderful post. One of your best poems I think. Takes you right along.
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Thank you! Little houses like this always pull my imagination into interesting directions. 🙂
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That’s an awesomely heartwarming piece you’ve written. I like the look of the house too! 🙂 Cozy, and it has this inspirational quality for writing … 😉
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Thanks! 🙂 This little house was just the cutest thing, so I just had to take a picture of it. I knew it would inspire me to write something down the road.
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Such a pretty little cottage – and such sweet words!
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It’s adorable, isn’t it. I’m dying to know what it looked like on the inside, but I guess my imagination will have to suffice! 🙂
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Definitely a picture holding many untold stories. How lovely it would be for this well worn path to be welcoming us!
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I always wonder if the people who live there saw me taking the picture. They must have thought I was nuts! 🙂
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Not far from my ancestral “turf”. I like how you’ve written the story to build on the photo.
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This home just seemed to hold so many memories and I had to play with that idea! 🙂
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