“Death is only an old door Set in a garden wall; On quiet hinges it gives, at dusk When the thrushes call. Along the lintel are green leaves, Beyond, the light lies still; Very weary and willing feet Go over that sill. There is nothing to trouble any heart; Nothing to hurt at all. Death is only an old door In a garden wall.” GivingHeartStillsLightLyingHurtTroubleDoorsFeetWillingWallQuietGardenGreenWearyDuskHingesGreen Leaves Author:Nancy Byrd Turner
“Under our thatch, friend, place shall abide for you, touch but the latch, friend, the door will swing wide for you!” HomeDoorsWideSwingsLatches Author:Nancy Byrd Turner
“The Bookshop has a thousand books, All colors, hues, and tinges, And every cover is a door That turns on magic hinges.” BookTurnsDoorsMagicColorThousandHueHingesBookshops Author:Nancy Byrd Turner