Aunt Larura's Tin Abode Poem by Lynn W. Petty
Aunt Larura's Tin Abode
Amazing how we feel when on the road,
Returning from Aunt Laura's tin abode.
All buoyed up to face what‘er we might,
A new approach, philosophy, insight.
A fine and lasting peace to fill the mind,
Not churchy, still religious, do we find.
No hell, or damn or brimstone fits her mold,
Just how she lived her life, that's how it's told.
How practical, how simple, when you hear
She had the same old problems that we fear.
She casts away all worries and all doubt,
"Your thoughts are things, your faith will give them rout.
Persistence in your thinking you will bring
The clarity of mind to everything."
I wave my hand in logical reproach,
But, there I was, in church, within her coach.
She's like a saint, a tapestry of old.
Her words are like a single thread of gold.
They weave within, without and round about,
They capture heart and soul and build redoubt.
But, why go on and tell you all of this?
You'll only understand this mental bliss
When you can drive or ride the same old road,
Returning from Aunt Laura's tin abode.
I love this poem. I really felt like I got to meet Aunt Laura (through the poem) . Real feeling and imagination applied to reality. Just Great
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/4/2024 12:50:41 AM # 1.0.0.1119
...Persistence in your thinking you will bring The clarity of mind to everything. ................... i sense that there is a word missing or something else amiss in these two lines. :) ? ? ? otherwise, i'm still working my way through this poem. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - a word i needed to look up: redoubt re•doubt (rĭ-doutˈ) ► n. A small, often temporary defensive fortification. n. A reinforcing earthwork or breastwork within a permanent rampart. n. A protected place of refuge or defense. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - OOPS! Lynn, take a look at auntie’s name in your title. :) :) you must be human! or PH did it? I didn’t notice it at first. so, aunt Laura lives in a Winnebagel …….. I mean Winnebago***? ? ***not a native American or a lake …….in this case; a motorhome! nice, bri :)