This little house’s splendor
speaks many years of love.
Its life is but a stream of lives
all nurtured from above.
White gingerbread and fancy blocks
That dance amidst the light
throw shadowed patterns of her charm
to everyone’s delight.
With memories of small horses
rocking playfully young ones,
and mothers cooking dinners
long before the set of sun.
Each portal brings another breeze
when elsewhere air stands still
and curtains whisper peacefully
against her windowsill.
Tamarind trees in fields of grass,
sheep grazing make her fence.
Scattered seeds born randomly,
roots branching ever since.
This house holds firm historic soil
Whose land flowed to the sea,
When natural ponds brought life for food
And fed necessity.
Her many Creole shutters
protect through reckless rains,
Then open wide to touch the sun,
past turbulence, through change.
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