The Old Homeplace
It’s now just an old run down structure
With broken window panes and all
With hinges rusting away with time
And cold air rushing down the hall
But once it housed our family
And kept us together back then
With the fireplace blazing with all its might
To equalize that howling wind
And there was mama in the kitchen
And the aroma still lingers on
Of bread and rice and sugar syrup
That was blessed in our home
And to that old wood cooking stove
A salute for those loving times
With all us gathered round for warmth
With meal prayers that were so sublime
Yep, that was way back yonder
But you know I still visit it some days
Inside my head and smile a lot
With us children hard at play
You know to us money was nothing
We grew what we ate back then
And hand me down clothes with patches
We could of been old Huck Finn
I still remember and chuckle some days
When an old wooden structure I see
Cause once or twice or maybe more
Inside there is where we would be
It’s now just an old run down structure
With broken window panes and all
With hinges rusting away with time
And cold air rushing down the hall
Copyright © Will Karry | Year Posted 2014
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