Birdie Houston


Days Of Old - Poem by Birdie Houston

Do you know? Have you been told?
What happened to the days of old?
When hair was done in promenade,
10 cent a glass for lemonade,
Family picnics filled the parks,
Catching lightning bugs by dark,
Screens unlatched or left unhooked,
Fathers worked,
Mothers cooked,
Windows left up,
Without fright,
Children said, their prayers each night,
Neighbors you seemed,
To know their names,
If sick in bed,
Flowers, they'd bring
Boys and girls, grew up where,
Moms and dads were always there.

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Comments about Days Of Old by Birdie Houston

  • (8/9/2009 2:59:00 PM)


    Hi birdie... went to literatenubian read Day Most Dreaded...could not it would take my comment...so here it is...

    Tears flowed as I walked with you
    in mind and soul...sadness...
    awoke in me...thanks for the tour...very sweet and dear write
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 4, 2006

Poem Edited: Tuesday, April 4, 2006


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