Memories of the Oldest House In Town
No running water or indoor plumbing just an old coal stove to keep us warm
Cold in winter sleeping without existence of heat in the old add on room
In summer we'd carry our bed outside to rest under the old apple tree
Sleeping under the stars was quite the experience for my sisters and me
Cool breezes blowing from the canyon over the old sandy hill
Listing to running water in the ditch below resonates in my mind still
Pulling the blankets up and tucking them in all around us three
Making sure the snakes and bugs did not join us in bed under that old tree
Imaginary adventure, stranded jungle survivors in the wooded area below that
old house
In winter lying awake listening to the scratching sound made by a visiting mouse
Pretending as if we were eating chicken or corn on the cob on each others arm
Trying to chase away the gnawing hunger in our bodies did us no harm
Might not have food enough to eat but we had the first TV in town
We wanted to fit in as children do hopes that our poverty not bring us down
Daddy made promises to build a new house someday
Momma listened wistfully to his stories then began to silently pray
Hoping her little family would indeed survive this shame
Listening to words carelessly flung into the air you are to blame
Sometimes it did not quite work the way things were expected
Sometimes with our lifestyle we felt sad and rejected
Memories are there to re live weather good or bad
I choose to remember best those good memories I have had
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