I
don't really understand why,
But old houses fascinate me.
Every time I find one,
It's just something special to see.
I try to imagine the family,
That use to live there.
Were they poor or rich,
Or did they really care.
Happiness is being together,
Happy as family.
Our wealth may not be much,
But love is what we need.
I often think how I grew up,
With not much materially.
But then I see our kids today,
Bored and yet with more than we.
Today... they think at least,
They have to have designer jeans.
The best of everything there is,
That's the way it seems.
We talk about the Good Old days,
And without hesitation.
Homemade toys, a pine Christmas tree,
And the fun of making our own decorations.
Fall is almost here,
And color is everywhere,
Trees share their splendor,
And harvest time is near.
The pumpkins are ready to harvest,
And the garden is already gone.
We'll plan for a hog killing,
As soon as Winter has begun.
Thanksgiving and Christmas,
We'll serve home cured ham.
And Christmas morning we'll have,
Home made biscuits butter and jam.
I can hardly wait for colder weather,
With a fireplace all red with coals,
And then be tucked in bed all warm,
Inside away from ice and snow.
But for now we'll watch,
The falling leaves of red and gold,
And walk right through them,
As the Fall winds begin to blow.
Some time I think of what if...
I had my life to live all over again
Would I If that were possible?
I guess not, I'd probably stay the same.
Faye Reyenga © 9 / 21 / 2010
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