My Old House
By TractorMan
Our house stoodWith its back to a streetAnother road was in frontWhere down a ways they meetA well mown lawnAnd hedges aroundA garage in the backWhich was mostly undergroundAn attic to play inA roomy basement to bootOutside a peach and pear treeProviding Summer fruitA big picture windowThat looked toward the WestIt was our small den thoughThat I liked the bestTo listen to musicOr just watch TVAnd hide from our dogWas the life to meI left at eighteenBefore it was soldIt was just too bigFor parents growing oldI’ve stopped to see itMaybe once or twiceIt’s really not the sameThough it still looks niceI smile as I drive awayAnd think of my pastCherishing the memoriesWhile they last Written September 28th, 2001 © on Sep 28 2001 12:00 AM PST 0 • 10
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"Our house stoodWith its back to a streetAnother road was in frontWhere down a ways they meetA well mown lawnAnd hedges aroundA garage in the backWhich was mostly undergroundAn attic to play inA roomy basement to bootOutside a peach and pear treeProviding Summer fruitA big picture windowThat looked toward the WestIt was our small den thoughThat I liked the bestTo listen to musicOr just watch TVAnd hide from our dogWas the life to meI left at eighteenBefore it was soldIt was just too bigFor parents growing oldI’ve stopped to see itMaybe once or twiceIt’s really not the sameThough it still looks niceI smile as I drive awayAnd think of my pastCherishing the memoriesWhile they last..."