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Trillium 
since 2001-03-09
Posts 12098Idaho, USA 
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Those Splendid Years Our home was gracious, tall and wide And with a central hall inside That ran from front to back and there, A broad veranda caught the air, That even on the hottest day, Would set the climbing vines a-sway. There was a sleeping porch upstairs, Where, after we had said our prayers, We snuggled down in cots of white And watched the stars be-deck the night, Until we fell asleep, and when The winter came, moved in again. The furniture was dark and grand, That grandma brought from Ireland. The beveled windows caught the rays With prismed light, on sunny days. On down the yard, an arbor grew That bore grapes, sweet as honey-dew. They hung in clusters waiting for Small, hungry mouths to come explore. So many times, we children lay Beneath the vines and there we'd play, While sunlight through the leafy lace, Cast greenish shadows on each face. Yet, when it was our time to go, We hurried off.How could we know, That all of this would pass away. There's no return to yesterday, But in my heart and mind I see Our homeplace as it used to be. Memories of those splendid years Bring poignant smiles and sometimes, tears! Betty Lou Hebert Published by Voyager Publishing 1996 and Poet's Fantasy, 1998 [This message has been edited by Trillium (05-26-2002 04:25 PM).] |
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Joyce Johnson
since 2001-03-10
Posts 9912Washington State |
Oh this makes me homesick. Not that our farm home was grand, but it was filled with love and all those who have gone on. Love, Joyce |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
DearLady~ I will enjoy this one over and over~ How nostalgically lovely~ Ohhhhh, I'm SUCH A SUCKER for nostalgia~  *HUGS* ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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Trillium
since 2001-03-09
Posts 12098Idaho, USA |
Joyce: This is actually where my mother spent her early years, but I heard about it so much, I decided to write it in the first person. I felt like I had spent time there too, although, unfortunately only in pictures and dreams. |
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Trillium
since 2001-03-09
Posts 12098Idaho, USA |
Marge: Thanks a lot for your kind remarks. I lean pretty heavily to nostalgic memories myself! I am writing here about the house my mother spent her first 7 years in. It always sounded to me like such a wonderful home, I imagined myself there. Betty Lou Hebert |
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pegasus111 Member Elite
since 2000-07-27
Posts 2219ocala, fl, usa |
you hit a home run with this one dear. what a lovely lilting flow it has as it takes us down memory lane. the woods are lovely, dark, and deep, but I have promises to keep, and many miles to go before I sleep...Frost |
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Trillium
since 2001-03-09
Posts 12098Idaho, USA |
pegasus111: Thank you so muxch for reading and glad you enjoyed the poem. Betty Lou Hebert |
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laryalee2 Member
since 2002-05-22
Posts 96British Columbia, Canada |
Betty Lou, this is a glorious waft of memories.... how lucky you are, to be able to travel this path in time! Wonderfully woven, in perfect rhyme and rhythm! Lary |
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Trillium
since 2001-03-09
Posts 12098Idaho, USA |
Lary: Thanks. This is actually my mother's first family home. I never did see it except in pictures. It looked great and I'm sure it was from the stories told. Betty Lou Hebert |
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