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COUNTRY GRAY HOUSES
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COUNTRY GRAY HOUSES |
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clawmute Junior Member
since 2007-10-01
Posts 24Arkansas, USA |
by Frank Lee Jennings I see them often as I go by Screen door ragged and torn Country gray houses against the sky Guarded by soldiers of corn An old tin roof just rusting away Old flower beds covered in vines Old windows all broken in disrepair The garden all grown up in pines An old windmill still turns sometimes When a summer storm blows up a gale Then the barn loft door clacks back and forth And the tin roof clatters with hail No rooster now crows at the dawning of day No cattle now low in the stalls No puppies or children now frolic around No old clock to chime from the hall How long has in been since the dinner bell rang And the father came in from the field? Since the table was set by the Mother’s kind hands And the family sat down for a meal? Jonquils yet bloom along the roadside Planted there such a long time ago By a Father and Mother just starting out Just setting out on life’s road When was the last time the screen door slammed And the children ran out to play, While the Father and Mother sat in the porch swing At the sun setting end of the day? old houses do speak, though they have no breath With a voice as gray as can be They tell of their life, of the life lived in them They, speak and I listen, you see Sometimes I hear them as I pass by Gray houses with old caved in wells Talking gray houses against the sky Houses with stories to tell So plainly I know this in a moment of time Just the time that it takes to go by Life love and living in a country gray house Resting grayly against a gray sky KNOWLEDGE IS A DEFENSE AND MONEY IS A DEFENSE, BUT THE EXCELLENCY OF WISDOM IS THAT IT GIVES LIFE TO THEM THAT HAVE IT. |
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Joyce Johnson
since 2001-03-10
Posts 9912Washington State |
I sought this out on my own this time. Very, very nice and if wood and brick could speak these old houses would have lots of secrets to tell. Joyce |
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TinaTrivett Senior Member
since 2006-07-15
Posts 569 |
What a wonderful poem. I too see the country gray houses for what they were. |
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A Romantic Heart Member Ascendant
since 1999-09-03
Posts 5496Forever In Your Heart |
I have often had the same thoughts, sometimes thinking, while driving by, how these houses, will be left standing, after I am dead and gone, and the books they could write. Sometimes I have wanted to just ask people, hey can I come in, just to look at your home, different homes, give different feelings, wood carvings etc., each its own world, new worlds to explore. You know you're in love, when you can't fall asleep,because reality is finally better than your dream~Dr.Seuss |
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