A family lived in a little row house in Queens.
When we saw them each week, there were numerous funny scenes.
The household head was adamantly opinionated.
This loading dock foreman was grossly undereducated.
His wife Edith was unassuming and subservient.
She and daughter Gloria witnessed many an event.
In the living room, raucous arguments we saw,
as he clashed with his educated liberal son-in-law.
Gloria’s husband was a live-in student named Mike.
This “meathead” was someone the father-in-law did not like.
For years, Archie called Mike a “dumb Polack”.
On television ratings, this family had a lock.
In the seventies, the Bunkers were a sensation.
We can still see the show’s reruns in syndication.
I stopped by the old red barn today...
I guess I was there about an hour.
What will they do with it after I'm gone?
It's been in the family for five generations...
Great Grampa's initials are carved in the door.
Once, Pappy fell from the loft and broke his arm.
It's where I watched Dad's mare
Give birth to my first pony.
And, it's where we told Mom and Dad
We'd decided to get married.
Such a stable part of my family's history,
Now, leans abstract against the autumn sky...
I think I'll go back tomorrow...
And take a few shots for the family album.
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