The Old Rock Home - Poem by Kim Barney
Serenely it stands
more than a hundred years
after it was built
by his own hands.
He was anything but weak.
It is my wife's grandfather
of whom I speak.
His building was not limited
to earthly structures, I can tell.
He built a wonderful family as well.
He is no longer here,
but his memory we hold dear.
By each and every measure
he left us with a treasure.
Poet's Notes about The Poem
I don't know if my wife's grandfather actually built the house or if he bought it from someone else, or even if he was renting it at the time.
All I know is, my wife was really excited to finally be able to locate and actually look at the house recently after several failed previous attempts.
written 02 December 2015
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