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Country House Where I Was Born

Updated on October 18, 2011

Poem

The Country House

The country house where I was born

Had papered walls and windows worn

Wooden swings on porches bold,

Weathered to their dark gray soul

It did not scorn, it did not judge

But welcomed us from daily trudge

~ It was home

If this old country house could talk

And tell where silent spirits walked

Where laughter rang throughout the beams

Happy plans, broken dreams

A baby's gasp of life's first breath

A termbling writhing hand in death

~ Inside this home

This country house left memories

Of berry patches, cherry trees

Planting seeds in measured rows

Waking to a rooster's crow

Featherbeds, a fireplace

Daddy's strength, mama's face

~So many joys of home

This country house now left, undone

Weaned its children one by one

To spread their wings in worldly flight

Be lifted to their spiritual height

Aloft in truth above all strife

To know God's purpose for ther life

~Then, they are home




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      Marisa Hammond Olivares 5 years ago from Texas

      I love this - HOMES are so very special. Love the picture too!

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      anndavis25 5 years ago from Clearwater, Fl.

      That's me. Saluting to my brother who is taking the picture. Just before he left to go back to the Navy. Probably about 1945

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      Peggy Woods 5 years ago from Houston, Texas

      How powerful a poem and so lovely! Obviously you have good memories of your country home. Is that you in the photo?