Edna Howard White
This House - Poem by Edna Howard White
This old house has seen the sunshine
of many different years.
This old house has seen some happiness
This old house has seen some tears. This old house now seems so
Since you left with last
The smiles and talk, the
Echo above the lonely sighs Whether leaves are green in springtime
snow leaves lightly on the ground
This old house will hold the
Of all the old families sounds.
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