THE DESERTED HOUSE ( PANTOUM)

Shafts of sunlight drifted through the dusty air,
The door creaked as it slowly opened wide,
Dust sheets graying with years of just being there,
The first humans in ages to set foot inside,

The door creaked as it slowly opened wide,
One by one they entered and gazed around
At the dust sheets gray with years of just being there
Was this at last the place? Was home found?

One by one they entered and gazed around,
There was a feeling of comfort and welcome,
Was this at last the place? Was home found?
They all seemed to know there search was done.

There was a feeling of comfort and welcome,
Pure joy filled each heart in the dust that day,
They all seemed to know there search was done
Our seeking days are over, so let us all pray.

All covers removed and the windows open wide,
No more dust sheets graying with years of being there,
The family their happiness they could not hide
As the shafts of sunlight drifted through the dusty air

M Ann Margetson © May 12, 2001