My Home
Trains resound clear and loud every night
our old country home built near that sight
street light hits my window, just for spite
heater broke--canning froze to be contrite
Rotten gate collapsed near the barn
big house needs a paint, that’s no yarn
chicken coop lost its roof last storm
farmers say summer’s gonna be too warm
But, my family’s home by God’s grace
ancestors gave all for it without disgrace
every inch I walked pleases me so
the earth, the fields—make my heart glow
On the front porch every night, off with my boots
our preaching meeting starts when the owl hoots
crickets chirp, coyote howls, firefly sparks
then old dog fearlessly begins his barks
I live in Oklahoma where my grandfather built his home on 200 acres. My father built his house next door. It was a great place for a child to grow up...the perfect place to learn about God, our state, and country.
Copyright © Carol Davis | Year Posted 2017
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