308 J Thompson Rd

Oh, come and see this house arise, Not just of brick, but dreams in size— Four chambers wide where rest may dwell, Four baths where morning light may swell. A basement finished, doors flung wide, Where laughter walks and hopes abide. A garage with doors that stretch up tall, To welcome trucks both great and small. Beneath your steps, the floors lie strong, With cork-backed grace to carry on. Tile backsplashes in gentle gleam, LED lights like a steady dream. An electric flame in quiet glow, Casting warmth in soft tableau. Shiplap walls in rustic embrace, Tile showers shaped with careful grace. Nine-foot ceilings rise in air, With ten-foot trays that lift a prayer. And round the land, steadfast and sure, A Kentucky board fence stands secure. Beside a horse farm, fields spread wide, Where country rhythms softly glide. Yet roads stretch out with easy flow— To Knoxville's hum and Etown's glow— And pathways near that swiftly run, So peace and access live as one. The plan, though drawn by AI's art, May vary slightly in each part. Yet truer still than lines that roam Is this enduring truth: Here stands not just a house— But home.