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