The House On The Hill

You'll never forget your childhood home.

There is a house on the hill

Where I used to live

A place where memories were filled

In a time when we could easily forgive

This house on the hill was an interesting place

It was packed with knick knacks and figurines

Which somehow disappeared without a trace

Whenever we could leave

Oh, my house on the hill

Was a great escape

From the stir and the thrill

That I never found to be so great

My house on the hill was a wondeful little home

Until they took it away

And we had to leave it alone

That was a horrible day

The house on the hill

That is no longer mine

Sits by itself still

It has for such a long time

But I'll never forget my quaint, little home

I still visit it sometimes

When I want to roam

I can still hear the old windchimes

That we left there that day

The beautiful architecture tempts me

But there is nothing I can do or say

My poor little house will stay sad and empty.

Reviews

[Lost in Wonderland]

This was beautiful and very sad. The imagery and emotions was fantastic in this peice. I read on your profile that you were 13? Well don't ever stop writing. You may be young (I am to) but your voice as a writer is big! Great piece

[Daydreamer54]

I love the detasil and reminisces. This reminds of the song the house that built me by miranda lambert. great write!

[Kelsy]

Flood back those memories.........s**t-hot(excellent)

[None]

This reflects many layers of meaning. Great write. I want to know why you had to leave, but a part of this poem almost says that it was due to neglect/too old/needed repairs, which is a powerful reason that could be metaphorical of many things. This is a really moving, thoughtful write, and a really great topic.

Good job.

[An Ordinary Woman]

Awe. So sad. I wish you could go back....

[bunmal]

I can totally relate to this. My childhood home has been empty since I moved away from it years ago. It was much smaller than my present house, but it was always home to me. Well done.