Carol Davis Poet Rhyme

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.

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CayCay Godwin November 11, 2017 at 2:24 PM What a gem this is. Using brevity, you relayed volumes of information and feel. I feel how strongly you love the spirit of your home and its land, and I know it takes talent to convey that love so succinctly. I'm impressed, Carol, and I enjoyed your poem oh, so, very much. All the best ... CayCay