This old house was our home
one we all chose as our own
things were different then
three women working hard
struggling to make the rent
but this house was our home
one we could call our own
some may not understand
but we shall always remember
things were different then
simplicity removed from the
greed of the world we've
since been introduced to
and tried so hard to understand
those were the good old days
when things were different then
farewell old house we called our home now little boxes are packed in our souls shall forever remain our memories to be told...
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Reviewed by James David Compton (Reader)
Reviewed on August 8, 2003
One last look, then turn off the lights.
I had a little ritual for saying goodbye to a house. Glad to see I'm not alone.
-James
Reviewed by carrie schwenke
Reviewed on July 20, 2003
very nice. i loved it. you are very creative!
Reviewed by Betty Lee (Reader)
Reviewed on June 1, 2003
Your poem made me just a little sad. So many memories, but thank God we can store them in our hearts forever.
Very well done little one.
Betty L.
Reviewed by Curtis Glenn (Reader)
Reviewed on May 13, 2003
sweet memories in your words , thank you for sharing them in your beautiful way
Reviewed by Lady Peg (Reader)
Reviewed on May 12, 2003
Angelnear <
so nice to see a post again
this was beautiful and this verses stayed in my soul
"farewell old house we called our home now little boxes are packed in our souls shall forever remain our memories to be told..."
Peggy
Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
Reviewed on May 12, 2003
Beautiful...lovely pic too.
Reviewed by Jessica Stanfield (Reader)
Reviewed on May 12, 2003
Very expressive. I really like, "now little boxes are packed in our souls shall forever remain our memories to be told..." Good job on this.
- J -
Reviewed by T. Emilie Dybevik (Reader)
Reviewed on May 12, 2003
This is so very bitter sweet. The feeling is heart breaking. Good job here in expression of emotions as well! Teresa
It's almost Christmas. Lynn Basil is writing her last book about a secret entrance into the magical doll land of Sha Bebe that she loves so much. Bagannos have taken over the world! Lynn finally meets her dolls in real life. Can she write in a Secret
Let this coming of age story of a boy named Bean take you back to a simple time. Set in a small southern town in the 1960's, encircled by a river and gleaming white cotton fields.
It's almost Christmas. Lynn Basil is writing her last book about a secret entrance into the magical doll land of Sha Bebe that she loves so much. Bagannos have taken over the world! Lynn finally meets her dolls in real life. Can she write in a Secret
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I had a little ritual for saying goodbye to a house. Glad to see I'm not alone.
-James
Very well done little one.
Betty L.
so nice to see a post again
this was beautiful and this verses stayed in my soul
"farewell old house we called our home now little boxes are packed in our souls shall forever remain our memories to be told..."
Peggy
- J -