Motto for a Front Hall


Autumn door hanger

Motto for a Front Hall

If you come cheerily,
Here shall be jest for you;
If you come wearily,
Here shall be rest for you.

If you come borrowing,
Gladly we’ll loan to you.
If you come sorrowing,
Love shall be shown to you.

Under our thatch, friend,
Place shall abide for you,
Touch but the latch, friend,
The door shall swing wide for you!

By Nancy Byrd Turner

(This poem is in the public domain)


If you came to my door, our little autumn scarecrow door hanger would greet you. Someday I’m going to have “Motto for a Front Hall” framed and hanging in our front entryway. Thank you to Jayne Jaudon Ferrer editor of Your Daily Poem for posting this welcoming poem on August 30th.

Poetry Friday LogoThis poem is linked to Poetry Friday, hosted today by Doraine Bennett at Dori Reads.

The Old Washing Machine


The Old Washing Machine

The minute I twist her dial
and pull our her knob
she leaps into action,
fetching bucket upon bucket of water.

Then stops.

What does she do
in those moments of stillness?

Perhaps she’s ruing her instant obedience,
wants to let me know who’s really the boss here.
She’ll start again, but only when
she’s good and ready.

Or she’s planning the job ahead
plotting each agitation
like a skater envisioning
the poised execution
of each spin.

Most likely, though,
she is the old lady
with arthritis
at the bottom of the stairs,
screwing up her courage
for the task ahead.

© 2013 – Violet Nesdoly

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