Come on in, how lovely to see you…
I was gathering some photo’s of doors for a post on here, and then I remembered that I once read a poem about doors. Well that was some thirty years ago, which proves good poems will not be forgotten. After searching through my collection of poetry books, I luckily found it back and thought it deserved most certainly a stage …
Some doors are faces, classic in design
Adorned with carving intricate and fine.
They win our homage for a beautiful rare
But lack a friendly warmth reflected there.
Some doors are faces cold, forbidding, bleak
Repulsing timid, troubled hearts that seek,
Refreshment from their burdened hours and long
When life has lost its joyousness and song.
How good to come upon some kindly place
And find a doorway like a smiling face
To cross a modest threshold-there to rest
Assured of a welcome -as an honored guest.
Poem “Doors” out of the Book “Remember Me ” 1957
® All rights reserved Mamie Folsom Wynne 1881-1968
The doors I photographed in Oxford, England, Unkel, Germany and in Brielle, The Netherlands.