The House On Centerville Road Poem by C R Clark
The House On Centerville Road
We stopped beside the highway
And gazed at the old house
I told my wife, “That’s where I lived”
When I was just a little sprout
It looked smaller than it once did
Back so many years ago
Even then it was old and creaky
But, as a kid, I didn’t know
Weathered boards were loose and falling
Saplings grew up through the porch
The old tin roof was rusted orange
And the yard looked like a forest
Here dwells my oldest memories
From so many years ago
When our young family lived here
In the house on Centerville road
Those walls once rang with laughter
And the energy of two young lads
Riding stick horses all around the place
Trying to “herd” our collie, Pat
But, Pat knew more than we did
When she’d hear Mama shout
She’d turn us back from the road
And herd two boys toward the house
Dad got a job and we moved to town
Well before I started school
So, my memories are short and sketchy
But, I’ve found there are quite a few
My wife retrieved her camera
And as I turned the key to go
Snapped a picture from her window
Of the house on Centerville road
10/07/07
I like that! ! It's always nice to look back at childhood, innocence; a time when we still knew how to play and have fun! ! Becca
Sure to say... The place spent at childhood and youth A Garden of Eden. Through our innocent heart We could have gazed only Blue. One such line of Blue Lying here before my View. Ohh.. wonderful write.
what a fantastic display of memories of past..... loved it sir. 10/10
What beautiful memories as you looked upon the old house. You put your thoughts together so well with your talent. Loved it! A '10! ' Best Wishes, Marilyn
Ah, the wonderful memories of the 'homeplace' will stay with us and revive us when we need it...........thanks for sharing..carried me back to mine
A very sentimental journey and it is strange how things looked so much bigger when we were children. My husband comes from Kyogle in Australia, which is lush rain forest country and he talks about it often. He says 'you can take the boy out of the country, but you can't take the country out of the boy'. Thank you for a such a happy glance into your youth. Karin Anderson
What an enjoyable, nostalgic look back into the life that each one of us harbor withing our sou.... HOME...... This was penned so beautifully, and I can relate so well... As when my mom passed away, we had to clean out the old house, and the memories were flowing endlessly.... Very gently penned with so much colour of HOME.... Bonnie
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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12/20/2025 5:21:04 AM # 1.0.0
Nostalgia personified but yesterday is a distant country in another universe