As a small child, I recall my grandmother's house. What wonderful memories.
|My grandma's house sits on
Top of the Cumberland Mountain
Surrounded by acres of rolling hills,
Back near the woods, where the
Earth meets the sky;
If you listen carefully you
Can hear the whippoorwills
And all the critters that live nearby.
Grandma's house is a grand abode,
Surrounded by a wooden fence,
A barn and a dusty road.
Inside Grandma sits churning
Fresh cream for butter;
Looking out her window she
Sees her hens all in a flutter.
Tom turkeys chasing them;
What a zoo.
I see a smile creep across
Her face that's tanned from the sun;
She rises while it's still dark,
Her family to feed;
Grandma's chores are never done;
There's always a need.
Today the barn is gone, and the
House that once stood, where
The earth meets the sky, stands no more;
But her spirit still moves within my mind.
There is none to compare;
She was one of a kind.
Grandma's house was a grand abode;
Surrounded by a wooden fence, a barn,
And a dusty road.
© Revised 2019
© Janice Bumbalough Marler