OLD HOME PLACE

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    OLD HOME PLACE

    I CAN SEE THE OLD HOME PLACE
    A ROCKING CHAIR ON THE PORCH
    A LITTLE GRAY HAIRED LADY SITS ALONE
    SHE SINGS ROCK OF AGES AS SHE ROCKS ALONG
    WITH THE VOICE OF AN ANGEL
    SHE SINGS SINGS HER SONG
    WITH EYES THAT GLISTEN SHE LOOKS MY WAY
    SMILLING SO SWEETLY I HEARD HER SAY
    IT'S JUST THE OLD HOMEPLACE
    WELCOME MY DEAR, I'VE JUST ABOUT FINISHED
    SO GLAD YOU ARE HERE
    THEN SHE CALLED ME TO HER SIDE
    TELLING OF HER CHILDREN
    WITH EYES SO FULL OF PRIDE
    AND OF HER DEAR ONE BEFORE HE HAD DIED
    SHE SANG ROCK OF AGES AND GAVE SUCH A SMILE
    THE ANGELS MUST HAVE HEARD HER
    FOR THEY CAME IN JUST A WHILE
    TEARS WERE FLOWING FROM MY EYES
    THE PAIN SHE BORE SHE COULD NOT HIDE
    NOW SHE SLEEPS A PEACEFUL SLEEP
    AND WILL REST, UNTILL AGAIN WE MEET

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    Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

    chichette’s Poems (15)

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    WALK THROUGH MY MIND 2
    BROTHER 2
    FAR AWAY LOVE 0
    OLD HOME PLACE 0
    WOMAN ALONE 0
    IN A HOMELESS EYE 0
    A CHILD'S WORLD 0
    DRUGS 0
    YOU AND I 0
    DADDY 2
    REMEMBER ME 0
    IT'S YOU 0
    ROSEBUD 0
    THE GARDEN 0
    THE GARDEN 0