My Grandparents' Old Yellow Farm HouseWho had it a hundred years ago?
Was there the shade of the tulip tree?
Did roses and morning glories grow?
What was in the woods,
Or the fields where cows now feed?
For a century this house has stood,
A hundred years gone by.
But though the paint may chip away,
Our memories shall never die.
GroovyGirl (Aug '09)
Our week at the farm coincided with the 100th Anniversary of the building of the old farm house.
Grandma decided to have a little celebration and asked the girl to write a poem. The above poem is exactly as she wrote it.
Grandma decided to have a little celebration and asked the girl to write a poem. The above poem is exactly as she wrote it.
3 comments:
What a lovely poem! GroovyGirl you are a poet!
Great poem! I love the old farm house!!
Rhonda
What a great farm house.
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