Vacant Lot, Paducah, Ky
The stairs that lead to the house no more,
That lead to the porch for a knock at the door
That the door might open to welcome us in,
That would welcome us warmly as neighbor and kin;
But the house is no more, the land for sale;
These five weathered steps alone tell the tale,
And the tree where the tire swing hung from a rope,
(Where sister's young mister would kiss her and grope)
Still shades this old fellow who remembers those times
While the wind through its leaves still jingles like chimes.
I enjoyed this nostalgic write George and the line (Where sister's young mister would kiss her and grope) brought a smile to my face.
We've stopped in Paducah many times in our travels. The city honors its past and welcomes visitors with its arts. But how well I understand this poem. I've seen such vacant lots, too. I revisit the homes of my childhood with regret. They aren't the same; some of them aren't there; their beauty and warmth has evaporated with time. Ah, me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hey George! Stopped by and read this little gem. I love the rhythmic feel of it with its mix of iambs and anapests and they rhyming couplets. I've always been a big fan of metrical and rhyming poems - though they seem to have fallen out of vogue. Love this poem, love the nostalgia. I seemed to get hung up a bit on stanza 2 line 5, but yeah. awesome stuff. Regards.