This Is The House Poem by Aoife Semple

I walk down the old familiar road
The road I walked down as a child
It seemed bigger than before
But it’s definitely as mild

This is the tree-lined road that brings memories
Memories back to mind
I remember looking under that tree
To see what I could find

This is the river that’s different now
Now, it’s more of a trickling stream
This is where I used to play,
And laugh and run and scream

These are the rocks I’d throw in to the river
Rocks bigger than you could envision
My poor old granddad lugging them up
I’d throw them with such precision

This is the house, that I was told
The three little pigs had been
But years and years on did I discover
That it was only a dream

This is the field that I had to run up
For the dog had gotten run astray
I’d slow down every so often
So my grandmother wouldn’t get too far away.

This is the house that had the dog
That scared our dog to bits
We would be about half a mile from the house
When our dog would be in fits

This is the house, where my grandmother grew up
The house she loved so dear
The house she passed on her final wee drive
I couldn’t help but shed a tear

This is the graveyard that houses her remains
The place it’s hard to go
It’s hard to think of her in this place
For she’s by my side I know