When I See An Old House

When I see an old house on display

So many fond memories come to mind

 Children laughing and playing everyday

So much joy and happiness left behind

I see green grass and flowers in bloom

Big tall trees that reach high as the sky

The kitchen being the most popular room

On the window sill sits a tasty, apple pie

The clotheslines are hanging full as can be

Beautiful quilts airing in the spring time sun

Windows being washed, gardening tremendously

So many chores to do and happily having fun

There’s that old swing hanging from a tree

Where many childhood days were well spent

Oh the sound of children’s voices so merrily

Depicts the joys of innocence that still ascent

When I see an old house it touches my heart

To hear in those home-sweet rooms laughter ring

Knowing such timeless beauty will always stand apart

Like the squeaking noise of that old porch swing

A century of growth, sun and rain can never erase

Or take away the priceless stories still left to tell

Even the old chimney stands proud, tall with grace

A reminder of a fireplace and the warmth that it held

A house holds more than paint, walls and floors

It holds the treasured love of those that lived within 

 So much peace and tears of happiness, it still pours

Built the foundation to last forever without end

When I see an old house it speaks loud and clear

It soothes my soul and gives me peace of mind

To know there’s a clear cut past to others so dear

How could I ever forget or leave it all behind

© Susie Swanson, 2015