The Homeplace
The homeplace is a special house
Where the kids all grew up
There are no children now
But adults have memories of
The swing was always there
For those having fun
On the front porch where
It rocked the little ones
Flowers still bloom each spring
Bright hues where children played
And where sometimes the kids
Picked mom a rose bouquet
Mom adored her flowers
And cooked a special cake
With a piece for everyone
And ice cream too those days
The bus route hasn’t changed
But these days doesn’t stop
But the family can still recall
The schooldays it was caught
The green mailbox is still set
On a sturdy wooden post
And there waits for the mail
On the rural county road