Sunday Echoes (poem) by Karen E McKeever on AuthorsDen

Sunday Echoes
by Karen E McKeever → (All Poetry by Karen E McKeever)
Saturday, September 23, 2017 Rated "G" by the Author.

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Sunday echoes can be heard in the floor and walls of this old farmhouse revealing the family that once occupied it filled the home with love, laughter and prayers.

“Sunday Echoes” Echoes from the past… Are embedded in the floors and walls Of this abandoned farmhouse A young landowner built this rancher for his bride Who gave birth to six children in this dwelling They farmed the land side by side Wanting for nothing Yet blessed with everything Sometimes when darkness falls You can hear the faint sounds of laughter One day a week in the dining area~ You can hear the sounds of chairs shuffling Or being dragged across the old floor boards Coming to rest around the weathered farm table Then muffled in a deep voice the sound of a man praying When the prayer ends a noise that follows Resembling a wind chime ~ notes that a spoon Would make when striking a glass bowl The one day a week it happens….is Sunday~ Original work by Author Karen McKeever Copyright © 2017 – All Rights Reserved Photo Source ~ Pinterest

Reviewed by Jane Noponen Perinacci

Reviewed on September 25, 2017

Karen, this is some lovely writing!! This poem takes me back to better times and places. This write is so very comforting. 'Enjoyed!

Love ya!

Jane

Reviewed by Susanne Leist

Reviewed on September 24, 2017

Nice. I bet if you close your eyes, you could see the family sitting around the table enjoying their meal. Old houses have charm and history.

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton

Karen, your words stirred me completely. Relating what went on in that old farmhouse gave me shivers as I though of my grandfather and grandmother, both tied to a plot of Arkansas soil. I so loved this.

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Sundays aside, one can almost envision what life was like during the heyday while visiting old structures that once were very vibrant with people doing ordinary things.

A few years ago my mother in her 80s, visited her long vacant childhood farmhouse and had d�j� vu experiences when she found familiar artifacts left behind by former tenants that were part of her childhood there.

Ron

Reviewed by Mary Ann Biddinger

Reviewed on September 23, 2017

Karen~
Amazing grace how sweet the "Sunday Echoes."
Wonderful!
Lady Mary Ann