Today I saw an old house
just sitting there all alone
once filled with joy and laughter
and the things that make a home
It hungers for familiar voices
that echoes in every room
and all the beautiful flowers
that covered the yard in bloom
The tasty smell of meal time
drifting through the kitchen door
and those hungry, cheerful voices
today it longs for even more
There's that warming, old fireplace
with the embers burning red
at night while everyone lay sleeping
tucked away upstairs in bed
And that little mantle clock
that ticked away the night
such a soothing, peaceful sound
and a welcome kind of quiet
It loved to hear the rooster crow
each morning at the break of dawn
and the stairway that became so busy
with the creaking sound that's now gone
Oh those long ago busy days
its useful heart loved so
so much time for work and play
the old house continued to grow
So many wonderful, cherished memories
a home it was determined to be
its warmth always flowing and stirring
like the smoke ascending from its chimney
Today the old house looks lonely
just waiting for someone to walk in
it seems someone is already there
nostalgia has become its best friend
Susie Swanson
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ReplyDeleteSorry too many typos! What a beautiful poem Susie. Old houses are such treasures; only wish they could talk.
ReplyDeleteI so love old home & barns, Susie. Often wonder what the walls have shared. Absolutely charming poem ... I love reading your writes.
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TTFN ~
Marydon
Very pretty poem, Susie. It does make you wonder what all went on once upon a time in that house.
ReplyDeleteThank you all so much. Glad you enjoyed it. I love old houses and barns too. I wrote one about a barn a while back . I will post it soon. So much history to be found in lots of places when we look for it. Thanks Again, Susie
ReplyDeleteI love this poem too, Susie. Wish these walls could talk!
ReplyDeleteYour poem sent me back to the old gray house I grew up in. It's gone, but I bet the daffodils come up around the yard each spring!
ReplyDeleteAn excellent poem Susie. old house do have "A Certain Something" about them.
ReplyDeleteYvonne.
Nice. Makes me think of the photo of Pap's old house that I showed recently.
ReplyDeleteThank you all so much. Wish those walls could talk to Mildred. What a story they would tell. I saw the house you posted last week Tipper of your Pap's. I loved it.. I bet those daffodils are still there lil red hen.. Thanks again .. Susie
ReplyDeleteHi Susie! I just love the new poem. I feel the same way when I see abandoned houses. There are a lot of old farm houses in our area that look just like your picture. They really spark my imagination too. I often wonder who lived there or what the family was like. Your poem just made it all come alive! I especially love how you gave the house "feelings", and how the house hungered and longed for familiar smells and sounds. It was really neat trying to imagine everything from the house's perspective! Hope you have a nice, restful evening ahead. Delisa :)
ReplyDeleteThank you Delisa. My imagination runs wild so to speak when I see one. Glad you enjoyed it. Thanks for stopping in..Susie
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