Old Things

I like old things that time has tried
And proven strong and good and fine;
Rose-petal softness of old sheets;
Old pottery of quaint design;
Old trees that stand against the wind,
However gnarled their branches are,
Symbolic of a soul grown strong,
Communing years with storm and star;
Old houses marked by hours
Of love and living through the years,
That proudly bear their stamp of worth
In spite of strife and stress and tears;
Old faces time has etched with lines
Of love and laughter, sorrow, too.
I like old things -- they have a depth
Unknown by anything that's new.
Cora Mae Preble

Enjoy!
Elizabeth