Cold Springs
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I was an army-brat town boy
of ten when we moved to the country.
I recall arriving in a village
called Cold Springs.
My dad bought
a century-old house
that came with five and a half acres.
But, it had no running water,
no sewage, no bathroom, and no furnace.
There was an outhouse
attached to a barn,
some distance from the house.
And a rusty outside pump
was our only means of water.
For heat, it had a pot-bellied iron stove
that we had to feed all day and all night.
It felt spooky and haunted.
And at first, I hated it!
At night I'd hear groans and squeaks
that invaded my dreams.
But, dad dug a well, put paint on the walls,
put in copper plumping, put in a septic tank,
put in a bathroom, put in a furnace,
and made that house our home.
(Free Verse)
12/10/2020
STORY FROM YOUR CHILDHOOD Poetry Contest
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Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2020
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