Happy Home Buyer’s Poem
“A Peek into a Journey Home”
By Terri Jones and Tom Graves
Poulsbo, Washington
April 2004
It began late summer and finally ended this spring,
building a house that is…and it wasn’t an easy thing.
We started out exploring, on our own,
trying and dying to find a good home.
Too much or too little, too big or too small,
we were exhausted and finally at a stall.
The Poulsbo market is quick to turn,
without help from a realtor it’s not easy to learn.
We contacted the credit union, relocation services to seek,
a real estate agent, they referred “Jim Peek”.
The coincidence was that he had worked in my profession,
we had common backgrounds and co-workers too extensive to mention.
Jim went straight to work, was well organized and mellow,
we knew right away that we had the right fellow.
The houses we looked at, he had visited on his own,
to minimize the time we’d spend finding a home.
A notebook he provided to help us keep track,
of the houses we liked and those that were crap.
He used the results to narrow down,
the places we’d be willing to live around town.
Poulsbo is the place we found home to be,
but there was a lot more to do before getting the key.
The builder didn’t know what could go where,
and in all their confusion we got to share.
One offer, two offers, three offers, four,
on the same property, builder was in an uproar.
To develop the offer that was finally right,
“Jim” worked with us both day and night.
You must keep your perspective and view the process funny,
or you’ll never buy a home from this builder, honey.
The builder builds a fine home, but customer service is weak,
if you want to get through it, call “Jim Peek”.
Jim worked wonders at keeping the peace,
all the while working to make problems decrease.
To add to the journey, my sister became our new neighbor,
and selected “Jim Peek” as her agent of favor.
He quickly sold her condo for above asking price,
and for his efforts he got a small slice.
Jim deserves more, but our home values don’t provide,
nearly as much as our hearts have inside.
On Good Friday, our journey home came to an end,
but for us the friendship with “Jim Peek” just begins.
“Jim Peek” is one in a million and will be our friend for life…
No more words are necessary.