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
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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
Nostalgia personified but yesterday is a distant country in another universe
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
A wonderful trip down memory lane Richard, excellent descriptive quality. Best wishes, Andrew
Another delightful poem Richard! ! I reminisce of days past like this, the childhood times like these an i seem to find a piece of mind - from within those memories... Best wishes! ! ! *10*! Friend Thad
The childhood lives memoirs... And the old house on highway - real the past proof.... Which all the same caused the latent melancholy... Which you cannot hide before video-kamer... Beauty, Richard.. 10.... B.W. Tsira
So, my memories are short and sketchy Rachel Ann Butler