My Old Home
The dust has all but settled
let me go get the broom
sweeping off the back porch
and that old sitting room
Last night's wind storm was mighty
it nearly blew me far away
the foundation was a crumbling
as the house just swung and swayed
The timbers they were creaking
the tin roof has sprung a leak
the shutters all are broken
for a moment it really looked bleak
But that old building has survived
worn and weathered but tough
it stood up tall and fought
when everything got rough
There's so much beauty left
in this old home of mine
I believe I shall be loving her
till the very end of time
Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2017
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