Long Country house Poems

I rested my weight on the dated metal green and white glider. I moved back and forth listening to the cracking sound that the glider forced out of the patched slats on Mama Ruth's front...

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In 1967, Magog was no thriving town. Dad had lost his job due to the company’s closure so he accepted a transfer to Sudbury and our destiny took a turn. 

    I...

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You have spent a decade and a half in a foreign land looking for something that you couldn’t understand; you have worn the vest and the gown and use the weak to spread rumours in...

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My Grandmother's House!
That country-styled house of yesteryear has gone so fast now a sweet memory of times gone away from me, You could smell the breeze pushing and blowing a fragrance in the air. This...

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Childhood days are only stories to my children they are told
I found myself traveling down the old country road.
Up and down hills around the bend there it stood.
Old country house empty and bare near the...

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I met my husband Walter through our minister,
We got along exceptionally well as friends.

He had arrived from Germany and I happened to speak German,
Used to do lots of activities together, i was a school teacher.

I...

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Obscure old country house falling apart,
 Old empty windows with glass shattered,
 Decaying roof surrounding old brick chimney.
 Group of old apple trees and old well outside.
 Beautiful sunset lights up the house,
 Entering through...

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WHERE ARE YOU GOING?
Where are you going? You ask the politician.
The politician answers:
-To cheat and steal.
-Where are you going? a sinful woman asks the priest.
The priest answers:
-You haven't given me the meat yet
And you already...

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this noisy head i live in
it just never quiets down
theres some motherf#@ker screaming at two am
about some unpaid bills or parking tickets
and some other idiot going on and on about some girl that left
somebody is...

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Determined to build a country house, we sought land
When we pulled up to this farm gate it was a mess
Brambles and weeds probably hid black snakes
Cobwebs showed us no one had walked this land for...

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I used to mark the days by what
I’d scheduled to do,
Like Fridays with the grandkids
For our weekly rendezvous.

On Thursdays there was quilting
And on Wednesdays, never fear,
I’d be at the museum where
I am a volunteer.

On Tuesdays...

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CEZANNE STUDY – The House of the Hanged Man

Late Autumn

Buried in a hill,
Steep as descent from humanity,
A country house stands.
It’s late autumn,
Deep, sick autumn –
Deep as the plunging cellar door,
And fronting, its branches stripped, begging...

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I hope you sing
I hope you dance
To country, house
or maybe trance.

I hope you laugh
I hope you love
I hope you have
Faith from above.

The more enjoyed
the more devine
Sit back relax
Drink some wine.

Search your heart
Scan your soul
Listen to...

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Summer 1932,
On a small country house in England


On a morning stroll through unharvest golden field
to explore, I can't help, but think that they're
dreams now,  missing friends and friendship it yields.
It's up and down memorable...

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My grandkids paid a visit
To our country house last week
And filled the house with joy 
Which emanated from each shriek.

I dragged out all the books and games 
From when their dad was young 
And played...

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