The Homeplace

w c

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

 

  • Author: w c (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 8th, 2018 01:50
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments3

  • Lorna

    This is SO SAD! You make it sound so inviting and it's so "gone away"........

    • w c

      I guess it is sad. That wasn't my intention when writing it.

    • orchidee

      A fine write w c.

      • w c

        Thanks, orchidee. I appreciate your support.

      • HangingbyaHalo

        Nostalgia, wonderful write.

        • w c

          Thanks, HangingbyaHalo. I'm glad you enjoyed it.



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