Poetry In Memory of Over Home
TheHouse
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I sit and study the picture
Of the house upon the hill
Once filled with life
Now it's empty and still
How could a house become so small
What I thought was so big
Wasn't big after all
It was the people that lived there
That made it seem grand
They filled it with memories
A child's wonderland
They filled it with living, laughter, and love
Now they've moved on
To their home up above
The house in the picture
That stands by the well
Without Grandmaw and Grandpap
It's just a small wooden shell
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The background used on this page is a picture of my Grandpap's farm taken from the cliff looking down toward the house and barn with the road running between them. This picture was taken back in the early sixties.
