This Old House

Old House

Oh the stories this old house could tell

Of days gone by and of people who lived there

When the roof was painted and boards were white

Of children laughing on the porch with delight

Screen doors slamming as the spring stretched back

Of naughty little boys who got their bottoms smacked

Old dog barking at the squirrel on his tree perch

New kittens born each year right under the front porch

Running through the yard as day turns to night

Catching lightning bugs to watch their tiny blinking lights

Cool summer evenings as the old folks gather round

Playing music on banjo guitar and mandolin

Thanksgiving turkey shot wild from the woods

Steaming on the table and it tastes so good

Mashed potatoes brown gravy yams and garden peas

Pumpkin pie with whipped cream and hot coffee and  tea

Young lovers sit together at dusk swinging

Holding hands and kissing with hormones tingling

Snowy winter nights all tucked in the bed at last

Waking to find ice crystals growing on window glass

A young mother in labor whose time has come

Water broke cramps and the doctor from town

Sharp pains and joy bring a new baby boy

Another mouth to feed and to share the toys

Grandfather grown ill in the upstairs bed

With a blood clot floating inside his head

Tears and memories accompany his passing

As others carry on to live out his passion

So many memories happened inside these walls

This house has been there to witness them all

Without intervention this house too will pass

All memories will be lost for there’s no one left to ask


Photo: Dwight L. Roth






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