1829

The year doesn’t matter,
you can tell it is old despite it’s fresh paint
and rock walls that laugh off the weather
and years like a child.

No, what matters is that it has survived,
that it is still useful, still a gathering place
during times of storm and change and love,
that it is trusted less for it’s beauty

than its steadfastness,
that it holds memories that all around it
hold dear, and that it is filled with promises
of tomorrow.

About this poem.

Steadfastness is a rare trait in today’s world. But it is valuable and deserves honor. The picture is of an old school house in Sudbury, VT, where they still hold elections and other special events.

Tom