Grandma's House

Grandma’s house is gone, part of my childhood too Leaving only memories and a sense of feeling blue Progress can’t replace the happiness and joy That dwelt inside my heart when I was a little boy Coal stove in the kitchen, keeping the farmhouse warm Grandma’s arthritis forecasting a pending storm At night you could hear the crickets and smell the fresh stacked hay Hear the trucks out on the highway though they were a few miles away There were grapevines in the back with grapes that tasted so good And a shed across the front yard, on the side some fire wood Chipmunks came up on the porch and ate peanuts out of my hand Grandma’s house was special, the best place in the land There was no running water, outside we had a well Grandma’s vegetable soup gave the house a special smell We had large family gatherings each and every Fourth of July And all the love and laughter that heaven could supply I went hiking with my brothers until day turned into night With potatoes in the campfire, The farmhouse still in sight Life was so much simpler then, a better way of life it seems Grandma’s house is gone now, but never from my dreams.