A Lonely Little House Poem by Marilyn Lott
A Lonely Little House
A lonely little house
Built many years ago
Is deteriorating now
I thought you’d like to know
Its boards are warped and falling
One by one onto the ground
But mostly in the stillness
You can’t hear a single sound
Except when the cattle are grazing
Around the house at times
A cowbell occasionally clinks
Like a soft ringing of chimes
Its roof now is sinking
Its windows too are gone
Time and weather are not helping
But it knows where it belongs
For the stories this house could tell
Are so many from its prime
It housed a growing family
Once upon a time
I love the frontier houses
That were built to run a farm
Part of the past we inherited
They will always have such charm!
A picture perfect poem and painting, these wonders that you see Those times are gone but they live on, through YOUR - lovely poetry! ! Best wishes! *10*! Friend Thad
Your poems are like watercolour pictures in simple wooden frames. Romantic and plain spoken and very appealing. love, Allie xxxx
Absolutely marvelous, not the easiest to write about but very well handled bringing this house to life for the reader.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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I love this poem, Marilyn. I just posted a poem, 'House At The End Of The Road.' While they are different, they are both nostalgic. Ron