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Legends Unfold
In
What The Door Told
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What The Door Told
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In this tale a very, very old door - of Queen Anne design - has
fallen victim to the ravages of time.
Nearly to the point of crumbling from its hinges, the narrator
discovers the door and begins to tell of what glory it must have
felt when it was first in use.
As the story unfolds, naturally, the narrator begins to drift off
and daydream the door is actually talking.
Who knows what all lies behind the doors we encounter in our
lives!
fallen victim to the ravages of time.
Nearly to the point of crumbling from its hinges, the narrator
discovers the door and begins to tell of what glory it must have
felt when it was first in use.
As the story unfolds, naturally, the narrator begins to drift off
and daydream the door is actually talking.
Who knows what all lies behind the doors we encounter in our
lives!
Written and illustrated by Jancy Morgan and Tom Dunn
My hand was on the doorknob,
As I planned to go inside,
But I paused there for a moment
As my eyes were opened wide.
Suddenly, I pondered
The door, before me, here;
The secrets it had hidden
Or revealed, year after year.
Doors are fascinating,
For you always want to know -
What’s on the other side of it?
Where all is there to go?
How many people stood here
As they yearned to go inside?
How many did cross through the door?
How many merely tried?
For you always want to know -
What’s on the other side of it?
Where all is there to go?
How many people stood here
As they yearned to go inside?
How many did cross through the door?
How many merely tried?
How many saw the elegance
Of carvings on it’s face?
How many did not notice,
As they went from place to place?
A late Queen Anne Victorian
Of intricate design,
This old, oak door before me
Was a work of art, divine.
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