Colonial House

In this old house, strong shelter built to hold

A fire and a family, and keep

The storm out and the winter's creeping cold,

Are memories of men who won their sleep

In ancient battle, forced a forest back,

Cleared them a field, and shaped a beaten track

Between what now is town and nearby town.

And of their strength they pushed a kingdom down

And claimed the land they'd fashioned as their own.

In this old house, that has outlasted them

And lived to see again a troubled time,

The old ghosts stir, and fire burns once more

Within the place they built. Along the wind

The whispered message goes that once before

Fanned flame from hopes that, fearful, flickered low:

Now! Now! The time is come! The time is now!