The Old Home Place
The unpainted house with a tin roof
Which leaked when it rained_well it poured
It's known tin is tin and not rustproof
But the rain on the roof played chords
Those musical chords that were adored
Rain Lulling to sleep the occupants
Until morning when aromas floated
From the warm kitchen where parents
With warm biscuits butter coated
At this old home place love noted
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Contest: Home Sweet Home
Written: January 29, 2015
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