This Old House
Old, old house out in the country67 total reviews
Comment from Terry Broxson
When I read your poem, I thought about the house my grandmother owned. It was a duplex. Oh, how it sagged. But not only was it her home, but the rental income from half of the house also helped provide for her. Well done. Terry.
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When I read your poem, I thought about the house my grandmother owned. It was a duplex. Oh, how it sagged. But not only was it her home, but the rental income from half of the house also helped provide for her. Well done. Terry.
Comment Written 07-Feb-2023
Comment from karenina
So many memories seep into the woodwork, sag into the foundation, and echo off the walls and down the halls. It's sad when circumstances change and we're forced to leave...
Cling to that house and home in your heart... It'll never crumble!
Karenina
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So many memories seep into the woodwork, sag into the foundation, and echo off the walls and down the halls. It's sad when circumstances change and we're forced to leave...
Cling to that house and home in your heart... It'll never crumble!
Karenina
Comment Written 07-Feb-2023
Comment from Sandra Stoner-Mitchell
Getting old is a nightmare, Jay, we lose all the best things that make our lives perfect. I can understand how you'd prefer to be in your home in the country, to living in the city. I'd find that hard as well. I thought your poem was fabulous, the rhyme was spot on, lovely and lyrical. The words are warm showing a love for the house that was a home. Well done, Jay, you certainly know how to put feelings into your words. :)) Sandra xxx
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Getting old is a nightmare, Jay, we lose all the best things that make our lives perfect. I can understand how you'd prefer to be in your home in the country, to living in the city. I'd find that hard as well. I thought your poem was fabulous, the rhyme was spot on, lovely and lyrical. The words are warm showing a love for the house that was a home. Well done, Jay, you certainly know how to put feelings into your words. :)) Sandra xxx
Comment Written 07-Feb-2023
Comment from l.raven
Hi Jay, when I drive by old homes
my sweet friend...I always try and
picture how it must have been for the people
living there...the holidays...and the children
who lived there...
I'm so sorry aging forced you out of your home...
I love your poem...very well written...love Linda xxoo
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Hi Jay, when I drive by old homes
my sweet friend...I always try and
picture how it must have been for the people
living there...the holidays...and the children
who lived there...
I'm so sorry aging forced you out of your home...
I love your poem...very well written...love Linda xxoo
Comment Written 06-Feb-2023
Comment from Pam (respa)
-I'm sorry you had to move, jaybird.
-You wrote a very good poem about your old house.
-You create a vivid word picture of it with
"sagging walls and chimneys" and "weather beaten door."
-It's hard to believe it was a hundred years old;
it must have been a very well built house.
-It's sad to think of it as "sinking slowly in the sand."
-A very good concluding verse showing what really makes a home.
-I am glad I got to read one of your early poems.
I joined FanStory in 2015.
-Have a good evening and week ahead.
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-I'm sorry you had to move, jaybird.
-You wrote a very good poem about your old house.
-You create a vivid word picture of it with
"sagging walls and chimneys" and "weather beaten door."
-It's hard to believe it was a hundred years old;
it must have been a very well built house.
-It's sad to think of it as "sinking slowly in the sand."
-A very good concluding verse showing what really makes a home.
-I am glad I got to read one of your early poems.
I joined FanStory in 2015.
-Have a good evening and week ahead.
Comment Written 06-Feb-2023
Comment from JT traveller
I loved this poem. It was so beautifully written and with such tenderness.
I was saddened to read that old age had forced you into the city. Unfortunately that is where our medical resources are focused.
A lovely read full of sentiment.
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I loved this poem. It was so beautifully written and with such tenderness.
I was saddened to read that old age had forced you into the city. Unfortunately that is where our medical resources are focused.
A lovely read full of sentiment.
Comment Written 06-Feb-2023
Comment from Mia Twysted
This is a beautiful piece. I feel the same way about my house. It is my home and hold my history along with those who came before my family and me.
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This is a beautiful piece. I feel the same way about my house. It is my home and hold my history along with those who came before my family and me.
Comment Written 06-Feb-2023
Comment from nancy_e_davis
I hear you. I am faced with the reality that I might have to give up my home and live with my daughter. I love my home and I would have to find homes for my pets as well. I am happy to be with my daughter, but it is hard to give up the home I worked so hard on for so many years. Well done Bill. Nancy:)
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I hear you. I am faced with the reality that I might have to give up my home and live with my daughter. I love my home and I would have to find homes for my pets as well. I am happy to be with my daughter, but it is hard to give up the home I worked so hard on for so many years. Well done Bill. Nancy:)
Comment Written 06-Feb-2023
Comment from Mary Vigasin
I am glad that you published this again. I was not a member in 2016 and now I have a chance to read another of your wonderful poems. Our houses are filled with memories of hard and good times. Memories of raising children and of loved ones no longer with us.
They provide us with the familiar comfort within.
Luckily, we take our memories with us.
A warm, heartfelt poem.
Best wishes,
Mary
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I am glad that you published this again. I was not a member in 2016 and now I have a chance to read another of your wonderful poems. Our houses are filled with memories of hard and good times. Memories of raising children and of loved ones no longer with us.
They provide us with the familiar comfort within.
Luckily, we take our memories with us.
A warm, heartfelt poem.
Best wishes,
Mary
Comment Written 06-Feb-2023
Comment from BethShelby
This is a beautiful poem that reminds me of a house a new once as a child. The weathered walls have a personality that feels as real as if they are alive and we grieve when we can not longer be a part of the feeling we get within their walls.
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This is a beautiful poem that reminds me of a house a new once as a child. The weathered walls have a personality that feels as real as if they are alive and we grieve when we can not longer be a part of the feeling we get within their walls.
Comment Written 06-Feb-2023
