I’m a home with no tenant, washed up on the shore, once I sheltered a creature, but not anymore.

In the hall, I stand so tall, a sturdy frame for notes and all. Old folks gather, tales to share, pinned with thoughts in open air. Plank, message, or game it's all the same to me.

I am geometry you can taste, Architecture you can chew, My valleys hold rivers of maple, My peaks never melt.

I sit in the corner, though not in punishment, I drink hot water, but seek no nourishment. I have no voice, yet I hiss and sigh, I warm up the room as the winter goes by. I am full of metal fins, but I cannot swim, I make cold air fade when the daylight grows dim.

Kissing, gardens, and barnyards, Each of them have a me. I can lock, i can tower, I can span from see to sea. Iron, wooden, little or big, Wrought or marbled stone, I guard and protect Sometimes all alone.