1. Family Foundations
There is a sold sign on the lawn,
In front of the house where I was born.
Our family home where roots run deep,
With connections to cherish, to hold, to keep.
"Home is the place when you go there, they have to take you in." In western society, most people move away from their family of origin. In spite of this fact, it is good to know that the home of your youth is still there. It is nice to know that our parents are still living there, and that your bedroom is just as you left it. This provides a certain of stability as you struggle to build your own house and home. Eventually it is likely that your parents will sell the family home and begin their retirement years. You may feel that that the home that you have established has fully become your real home.
There is a sold sign on the lawn,
In front of the house where I was born.
Our family home where roots run deep,
With connections to cherish, to hold, to keep.
I'm so glad you commented on one of my poems, as it has led me to your own poems, which I thoroughly enjoyed. I very much like the photo you have put on your site and hope that one of these...
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What have you seen in your hundred years?
If asked, what would you say,
Of the dozen families that lived in your walls,
Of the hundreds of children at play?
Thank you! So very glad you enjoyed it. As a former realtor, I have walked in many an old house, and always enjoy stopping to listen to the silent stories the houses tell.....they are quite...
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Famous Poem
It takes a heap o' livin' in a house t' make it home,
A heap o' sun an' shadder, an' ye sometimes have t' roam
Afore ye really 'preciate the things ye lef' behind,
An' hunger fer 'em somehow, with 'em allus on yer mind.
"Home" seems to capture so many concepts that both test families and bond them together. I heard this poem read by my aunts and uncles many times at family gatherings. It became ingrained in...
Famous Poem
Often I think of the beautiful town
That is seated by the sea;
Often in thought go up and down
The pleasant streets of that dear old town,
I was born in a village away from the busy city. My village was blessed with many natural resources like streams, mountains, and small scale waterfalls. Most of the villagers were farmers....
Can there be anything sadder
Than a home that's had its day
Where the children have moved on
And the owners passed away
A lovely poem - very moving. I could visualise everything you wrote about so clearly. Well done, best wishes, Ann
In the summer of '32
A little boy, 6 years old,
Separated from his Mama
In a five and ten-cent store,
The shadows on my bedroom wall are growing dark and long.
I hear the voices rise and fall, their language harsh and strong.
Do they know I can hear their fight? Maybe they just don't care
that their child is locked in fright, heart pounding in both ears.
This structure is very special.
It means the world to me.
It began on a strong foundation,
A very secure place to be.
The old house stands alone and abandoned
Where life once used to thrive.
The old picket fence is broken.
The roof is opened up to the sky.
When sleepless I lie,
As the hours slip by,
I go walking the paths back home.
I hear the meadowlark's song
Famous Poem
Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North,
The birth-place of Valour, the country of Worth;
Wherever I wander, wherever I rove,
The hills of the Highlands for ever I love.
With roaring wind and crushing tides,
All alone and cold in the wild.
There's no need to be alone,
For a place of love and happiness abide,