This old house

This old house

A Poem by Deborah Leah Krempa


 

This old house!


A Poem by debileah
 

There's an old dusty road

which leads to a quaint log cabin

atop of a green rolling hill

with a nearby stream

 

No fences to hold me in

except for horses to graze

by their stables

and rows of sweet maize

 

There's a path from the road

that leads to my door

With the welcoming smell of pine

and a few weeping willow trees

 

A lilac bush and all colors of roses

I'm a two-story house

with plenty of room

for a family of eleven

 

A welcome mat and a sign that reads

"God bless all who enter in"

You can most often smell pies or cakes

baking in the oven

 

Or a big pot of soup for all to share

My furnishings are antique and handmade

I wear beautiful memories that will never fade

A wonderful place to call home


 
© 2008 debileah

 
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© 2008 Deborah Leah Krempa


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Deborah Leah Krempa
Deborah Leah Krempa

Toledo, OH



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I am grandmother,.. My children and my grandchildren I love them all so very much. They are my gifts from my creator, the blessings in this life. I simply adore poetry and the .. more..

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