“My childhood home”

photo credit: Beth Woodman Pearce

My childhood home

 

On a curve, on an old dirt road

Stood an old colonial house

 

As it had stood for nearly two centuries

It was a rather plain house

 

A home filled with eight children

Close to the woods and near a swimming hole

 

Woods to roam and explore

Old stone walls and a cellar hole

 

A child could run free without a care

Riding bikes and walking river banks

 

Digging up old cans

Broken glass and half rotted planks

 

Imagining what it was like before

Before he came to be

 

When horse and buggy traveled the road

Did they see the wonder he could see

 

What was it like when the boy in the tri-cornered hat lived there

Or the lady with the high collared blouse

 

Past tenants of the old house

 

She walked the floors and front porch too

He ran in the yard to and fro

 

They shared my childhood home

Are they there or did they go

 

Do those that live there now know the past

Or are they unaware

 

After all this was someone else’s childhood home

That now rests in their care

 

© 2017 Leo J Woodman

 

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