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It Ain't Much

The door doesn't shut The windows don't open, But, give it some time Some wishin' and hopin' Creaking floorboards And the coldest drafts, Occupy these rooms With echoes of laughs Only a house rundown Is what the eye sees, Yet, the deadest place Is alive with memories The lady in the cellar The man in the attic, Shrieking and calling And stomping erratic Below a leaky roof My feet still roam, No, it ain't much ... But, still it's home.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2024




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Date: 10/16/2024 9:29:00 AM
I am getting all over you!
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Date: 10/11/2024 6:55:00 PM
That fourth stanza is well placed. The feel of this poem is as good as it gets.
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Date: 10/6/2024 5:39:00 PM
I like the love I feel when I read this. People have a lot of loyalty to their roots. The ending words are terrific.
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Date: 10/6/2024 10:16:00 AM
Lovely poem Kelly and home is where the heart it..
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Date: 10/6/2024 10:13:00 AM
The structure doesn't make the place a home, people do. Very nice Kelly
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