| Eight Sided House The sound of footsteps at my entrance The creaking of a door, and voices Voices of Excitement, astonishment And wonder that seems to grow. A feeling of warmth overwhelms me As the unfamiliar footsteps explore The musty secrets I've kept hidden For so many years. I'm scared. My dust has disappeared My smell is overcome by a strong scent. My legs are bare and cold My eyes are clear and clean The old hat I used to wear is gone. The footsteps and voices brought me a new one. My new hat makes me look beautiful and I am not cold or damp anymore. Footsteps are starting to feed me with the things they cherish and loved ones. I start to fell full and not empty As I felt for quite a while. I thank my friendly footsteps and voices By giving them comfort and shelter. I will do so because they have given me Love, sense of being reborn as the majestic house I once was. by Sarina Otaibi, 2002 |
| My daughter, Sarina wrote this poem about Holt House, now she is rescuing and restoring her own house, the Weaver House in Granite Falls. |