It is the cutest little house
You wonder about its story
You know that it was lovely
In bygone days with all its glory.
A couple, probably newly weds
Moved in and made big plans
Worked together relentlessly
On this worn ‘ole dried out land.
Babies then were born
A family to pass it on
This little house and windmill
A place they could belong.
As I travel ‘cross the country
So many homes like this
They are blessed, I know they are
With a gentle Angel's kiss.
Nice to know the story of the land and the people, their moderate but abandoned homes. It has a charm of its own. Not a tourist place in the conventional sense. Thanks.
Yes, there is charm and beauty off the beaten path that we are amazed at. Thank you for your comment. I don't get in here often enough. I sold two poems for text books and I need to get in here daily!
A nice poem on old days with a smooth flow and rhyming. Feel good to read. Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We wonder about story and lovely glory reminds about cutest house of the past. A place you belonged is in limelight of memory. Beautifully penned poem is shared here.10