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The Old House a post to Balladeer's "Attic"
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The Old House a post to Balladeer's "Attic" |
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RobertB Senior Member
since 1999-09-26
Posts 1104Champaign, IL 
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The Old House I'm back at the old house, though perhaps I really never left, with it's large rooms and attic full of relics from lives having been lived to the fullest becoming only a memory to the caretakers of the antiques. I'm back at the old house on a winter morning looking through the frosted windows huddled over the furnace grate listening to Grandma in the kitchen cooking, planning....our culinary day. I'm back at the old house because I never wanted to leave behind memories of my life on a table in the attic. So the old house still stands and always will in my mind. Robert if you can dream; you can fly...if you are flying; you are dreaming. |
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Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania |
This warms my heart Very lovely, loving poem Liz |
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Lost Dreamer Member Elite
since 1999-06-20
Posts 2464Somewhere near the Rainbow |
memories will always be treasures that we keep whether they be in boxes in an attic, or they be in our minds forever. Memories helped create the person we are today. Nice poem thanks for sharing. |
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Balladeer
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
Such a wonderful, nostalgic flavor to this, Robert. If I had anything to do with your creation of this poem, I'm very glad. |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
I agree! Great poem, Robert!  Denise And slight is the sting of his trouble Whose winnings are less than his worth; For he who is honest is noble, Whatever his fortunes or birth.~~~Alice Cary, ~Nobility~ |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
RobertB- Between you and Balladeer, you've got me all nostalgic. I have three cedar chests that hold just a small portion of 'me' from yesteryear. All the rest is .. in spread all through the house. I visit with the memories everyday. What joy ! Great rendering. ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ [email protected] |
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RobertB Senior Member
since 1999-09-26
Posts 1104Champaign, IL |
Thanks to all. I wrote this awhile back Balladeer, but your poem brought it back to mind so I posted it as a response. I have to thank you for the reminder. Marge, I love cedar chests. I'll come over some winter day and we can sift through memories and drink hot tea!!! Robert |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Robert this poem was a wonder of sweet and revered memory--I have, like Marge a treasure of years spread across my house. Hot tea? In the dew of little things, the heart finds its morning and is refreshed. (ee cummings) |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
RobertB, Interesting read enjoyed. |
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Nan
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-20
Posts 21191Cape Cod Massachusetts USA |
The two of you are nearly making me pick up a pen and write about "the last house on the left"....hehe Nice work, RB... |
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RobertB Senior Member
since 1999-09-26
Posts 1104Champaign, IL |
Thanks you Seymour.....Nan...pick up that pen!! You're off today!!!! lol Robert |
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