Where I was born

 

Early home

The old house was home to me 

Seventeen years there I lived 

First breath I took, fresh farm air 

 

Reading lights there we had none

No one was afraid of dark,

except for one little boy

 

My trip at night outhouse bound

Little sis was my escort

We had hope for the flashlight

 

Four room house, sis needed one  

The front porch became my room

For sister I didn't mind

 

Corn cob stove, later fuel oil

Kerosene lamps, then came juice

Outhouse filled up, bathroom came

 

Raccoons and snakes made their home

Elm trees growing in my porch

And then it was razed and burned

 

A hundred plus, house had lived

Perfect place a boy to grow

Little sister, Mom and Dad 

 

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Today I am  linked with Helen at the Real Toads, All About Abodes

 

A rundown of the old home place, here