Open and shut long, long ago,
These doors were lost then found, wouldn't you know? . . .
Salvaged they were, way back when,
by the Historic Preservation Commission . . .
Forgotten and put away into storage,
Kind of like yesteryear's use of the word, "porridge" . . .
Their character is grand with lines of wear and tear;
A witness to tidbits of gossip and history from our Collinsville forebearers . . .
Worn paint now with a crackled texture,
At one time was a simple door's vesture . . .
Palm and hand prints along the outer rim,
turn once bright white into a patina bedim . . .
Step now through a time portal to present day;
Perhaps they will make a perfect display . . .
Through the eye of a carpenter with an artisan flair,
A cabinet back would create the fanfare . . .
The special place for smalls with a story,
That relates to this house or during a particular era category . . .
So follow the progress is what we'll do,
'til the cabinet is finished, we bid you adieu!