A Happy Visitor, in Rhyme

A recent visitor was so overjoyed by her jaunt through the Twain House that she had to put her feelings down in verse. Here's what she penned:

 

Mark Twain’s House

 

Mark Twain’s house befits the man

Who wrote his famous writings.

Wish I could have been a guest

At his renowned invitings.

 

Recently I did the tour

And ambled room to room,

Imagining his essence

Which the house may yet entomb.

 

His library was furnished with

A charming reading nook,

Where he created bedtime tales

Not seen in any book.

 

His lucky daughters tapped his brain

Then bid their dad goodnight,

Retreating to the children’s quarters

Up a staircase flight.

 

The billiards room, one floor above,

Was where his stories flowed,

His back turned to the table

When engaged in writing mode.

 

I loved my time inside his house

Though it was bittersweet,

Since I live now and he lived then;

No way the Twain shall meet!

 

                                    Ilene Bauer

                                    July 31, 2012