My old home at Pensacola NC
is falling down
but the memories of my
childhood are still around
Clara.
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My old home is almost gone but not forgotten
the porch is gone the windows are broken
the open door hangs on rusted hinges.
At first glance it looks so alone and lonely.
but inside the sun shines through holes
in the roof and warms up memories that lay
sleeping.Just waiting for someone who cares
to remember this old home
almost gone but not forgotten.
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In the corner lay my fathers old boots
twisted with age on the wall hangs tattered
pieces of wall paper my mother pasted over pages
of old magazines and news papers.The once red roses
are faded to pink from age and wind and
rain that blows through this old home
almost gone but not forgotten.
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This old home knows it's family is just a memory
that the man who walked in the twisted old boots
and the woman that pasted wall paper on the
walls are gone.So the memories sleeps once
more inside just waiting for
someone who cares to remember this old home
almost gone but not forgotten. <><>