The Old House

The old house is tattered and torn

With a roof that needs repair

The front door is barely hanging

Moving slightly with the wind

 

The Porch is leaning to the right

With several holes in the floor

The outhouse door is standing open

No one to use it anymore

 

The yard needs lots of attention

Weeds are all that grow there now

There used to be a beautiful garden

With flowers as far as you can see

 

The picture you now see of this old house

Is nothing like it was years ago

This house holds beautiful memories

Of a large family that once lived there.

 

The stories that these walls hold

Are large enough to fill each room

Of several family gatherings

Of people far and near

 

Every Sunday following church

Neighbors from miles around

Joined the family dinner table

Visiting and enjoying the fellowship
 

So when you pass by this old house

Enjoying the good country air

Let your mind wander back in time

Hear the laughter of the voices gone by

 

They have now gone on to Heaven

Living in God’s green meadows
 They are forever singing and praising

In our Lord’s eternal land

 

                                                                        by betty stillion shinn