||POETRY - SPECIAL RECOGNITION OLD HOUS"^ Reva Tennant Jensen 1221 South Soeed Street Santa Haria, California 93454 Guided by faith through this promised land a House was built, hand by hand. One never thought in eighty three T'would cycle the years with a jolden key? Sheltering all who came to rest, . . Selatives, friends from east to west Harboring attitudes - caught not taught, Let there be wisdom and silent thought. Voices took on a higher range A conscience love knew no change. The old H0DS3 like a "baptismal font Stood day by day for use and Trent, Lilac bushes became part of the plot Apple trees blossomed in the south lot. Cherry trees boarded the long front walk And on the veranda, folks sat to talk. Babies vrere born, some healthy, sane frail. A bride and Groom went through the Veil. Oft tines there was weeping by a grave. But the portals of Home kept sad souls brave. The HOUSE still stands with beauty and peace. Like a silent prayer heart-throbs increase, Time never dims where this love grew This early Heaven. . . this lasting view.