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Author Name: FreeShe Whispers 6 Comments
Date Added: February 02, 2012 21:02:42 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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That Old House
Stock Photo of old house winter abandoned farm scenic saskatchewan canada

Look there in the far away cold distance
See the old weathered house that still stands


The one that is now so tattered and worn
The one that looks so empty and
on this Texas land


Once it was filled with childrens laughter
now its cold quite and so lonely
with no heavenly spring


 The bare dark trees in the country yard
 Now the gone song birds that
no longer sing


Just a old wooden house that stands proud
in the bitter cold and the summer breezes 


 Just a very old house crumbling down
but you can still hear the whispers
of the summer and autumn leaves



Author's Notes:
Photo Bucket Free pictures
 Carl Withers
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Comments:
Comment By: FreeTim on February 3, 2012 10:58:04 AM Report
Such a great poem and picture. Houses shelter us and keep us warm. They give us cherished memories and the desire to always go back. They take care of us and grow old just like parents do. Is it any wonder they hold such special places in our hearts even if they're not our own. I suppose that connection is always there and somehow we recognize it whenever we see an old home that looks old and lonely.
Comment By: FreeFirestone Feinberg on February 3, 2012 09:07:14 AM Report
Very beautiful...  Very serene...  yet...  sad...    
Comment By: FreeLady Dragonwyck on February 3, 2012 08:44:20 AM Report
Oh, the poem reminds me of the Grandparents house back in Texas.  Lovely memories -- a lovely write.  



Lady D

Comment By: PremiumDan J. Mazurek on February 3, 2012 07:04:11 AM Report


 your one of the pillars that holds up the hearts of all of us on creative..


You  words have taken roots in many hearts.


So i whisper a prayer of gratitude for you.



Comment By: FreeAlistair Muir on February 3, 2012 12:54:55 AM Report
Another wonderful piece and presented really beautifully -- I liked it very much



Alistair

Comment By: FreeAlex Gardiner on February 2, 2012 11:30:33 PM Report

Aye Bonny Lass if the walls could speak :).    Lovely gentle thoughts of bygone days and folks who may have slept and spent their life in this Texas place.

The Auld Yin.






 


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