Old Village House

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An old village house, weathered and worn,
With stories to tell, since it was first born.
Its walls hold secrets of days long past,
Of generations that came and went so fast.
Its timbers creak with the weight of age,
Its roof adorned with moss and sage.
The paint has faded, the windows cracked,
Yet it stands strong, still intact.
A hearth that's witnessed many a flame,
Providing warmth in the winter's claim.
A porch that's seen laughter and tears,
Echoing memories through the years.
The walls whisper tales of love and strife,
Of families raised and a well-lived life.
The floors bear the marks of countless feet,
As children played and adults would greet.
The garden out front, a once vibrant scene,
With flowers blooming in shades so serene.
Now overgrown with wildflowers and weeds,
A reminder of nature's persistent needs.
Though time has aged its weathered facade,
The old village house, a treasure to be had.
A link to the past, a piece of history,
A witness to life's evolving mystery.
An old village house, with stories to share,
A humble abode that still stands with care.
A cherished relic of days gone by,
A timeless gem that makes hearts sigh.