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That Old Brick Home
Contributed by
pooper
on
Friday, 27th October 2006 @ 09:26:32 AM in AEST
Topic:
Nostalgic
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That Old Brick Home
At the cross roads where a dirt road joins the paved
are yet orchards and farm land that's been saved.
From developers so quick to clear
farming homesteads once held so dear.
A tree lined drive stretches up the way
past a red roofed barn that's leaking hay,
to an apple tree shaded farm house
of age worn brick.
On the other road side runs a rushed,
frog croaking crick.
The old home seems vacant most of the time ,
still, ..some days there's washing on their line.
No children's clothes wind flap in the breeze,
just faded blues hang with well worn knees.
Frogs in cadence croak from the nearby pond,
where floats a raft from times long gone
A limb hung swing seat dangles from one old rope
Seeming to call for a child, but with little hope.
The old home seems to call for children's play
as then in the past on some long ago day.
A frog filled pond near a house of brick,
with a swing and barn are where I'd pick
to raise my child in a country set.
Had I that choice, we'd live there yet.
rw/Apr.23/06
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2006-10-27 09:26:32] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: That Old Brick Home
(User Rating: 1 ) by Jackee_line on
Friday, 27th October 2006 @ 10:25:35 AM AEST (User
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This piece is beautifully written, it reminds me of my grandmothers farm house. A lot of great memories there. Thanks for sharing. |
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Re: That Old Brick Home
(User Rating: 1 ) by angelfreak on
Friday, 27th October 2006 @ 12:17:59 PM AEST (User
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Great Write. I felt myself there. I wish I was there. |
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