*The Little House
*The Little House
Traveling the little country road
I hadn't seen in quite some years
And as I made the final bend
My eyes filled up with tears
The little house that I cherished
My Nanny and Papas' for many years
With its big oaks that shaded the yard
Now sat in disarray
Weeds held in disregard
And as I walked up to the door
That hung on by one rusty hinge
I could hear the echoing laughter
The clatter of pot and pans ...again
Chicken frying upon my Nannys' stove
How that wonderful smell, seemed to dance in the air
Children slamming the front screen door
Running outside to play some more
A time when we could sleep
With our windows open wide
Lying there listening to the whippoorwill
Sing sweet lullabies
Isn't is so amazing
How time can change all things
But it is the special places
Where the grateful heart remains
Then it all fell silent
There was only, the whisper of the wind
Oh, What a joy it truly was
To relive those times again
One of Gods' greatest gifts
That anyone can receive
Are the memories we can treasure
The things our hearts can see
"And if I'm blessed with another chance"
I say to myself with a smile
"I think I'll come and visit again,
For just a little while"
by Brenda Conley (c)2002
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Traveling the little country road
I hadn't seen in quite some years
And as I made the final bend
My eyes filled up with tears
The little house that I cherished
My Nanny and Papas' for many years
With its big oaks that shaded the yard
Now sat in disarray
Weeds held in disregard
And as I walked up to the door
That hung on by one rusty hinge
I could hear the echoing laughter
The clatter of pot and pans ...again
Chicken frying upon my Nannys' stove
How that wonderful smell, seemed to dance in the air
Children slamming the front screen door
Running outside to play some more
A time when we could sleep
With our windows open wide
Lying there listening to the whippoorwill
Sing sweet lullabies
Isn't is so amazing
How time can change all things
But it is the special places
Where the grateful heart remains
Then it all fell silent
There was only, the whisper of the wind
Oh, What a joy it truly was
To relive those times again
One of Gods' greatest gifts
That anyone can receive
Are the memories we can treasure
The things our hearts can see
"And if I'm blessed with another chance"
I say to myself with a smile
"I think I'll come and visit again,
For just a little while"
by Brenda Conley (c)2002