Jul 03 2008
Lost in thought
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The little old house
At the end of the lane
Empty now,
Things will never be the same.
Once full of
Laughter and happiness,
Sits now in total decay
Since the owners,
The Berry’s have passed away.
The parties and picnics
That were given
Remain in the memory
Of those still living.
Each holiday had its’ displays
Thanksgiving and Christmas
The most beautiful always.
Funny how time and life
Pass on,
But good times and pleasant
Memories
Will forever linger on.
Stories will be told
By folks who grew old,
But remember just the same,
the good times held
in the little old house
At the end of the lane.
Tom Fenning
10/15/2006
3 July 2008, ore 18:49
beautiful verse tom,, but i so do not need to be reminded of how fast we get so old!!!!
4 July 2008, ore 15:58
I love it. Beautiful memories. I hope families still celebrate holidays like that together. I’ve lived so far from family for so long that I haven’t really celebrated the major holidays much. But it’s beautiful to hear about.
4 July 2008, ore 20:38
I second that comment. Haven’t really “lived with” family since I was 12. Seemed I was always “visiting” when I was home. But this is a nice poem which reminds me of how family life is … or even how it was when I was, well, not 12 yet.