Telling words ~~ a Poem for the Friday Writings

Our Outhouse

Too bad the tree fell on it. Of course no one was 

inside, just a whole lot of memories left there waiting.

Dad made this two holer, you can buy a brand new 

one in kit form for around $449.00. Go here

The light and the dark 

I've seen London and I've seen France 

I like sunshine and hate the dark 

Lamp lights okay, nightlights to sleep 

Am I afraid, fearing the dark 

Superstitious? That I am not 

Under ladders, there I won't walk 

Nor let black cats to cross my path 

For them I'll dodge, go other way 

It all started when I was small 

Outhouse was back, back in the grove 

Twas back behind--Mom's chicken house 

When it was dark--Sister's along 

All that to say "I hate the dark"

I'm still that way, flashlights do help 

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 - Photo and Poem Copywrite, Jimmiehov 2009 (out house photo, [click here]) and 2023, All Rights Reserved  

 - I'm linked with Rosemary for the Prompt phrase at the Friday Writings #69 at  

    https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/ 

Notes: 

 - Rosemary has invited us to write about “darkness and light.”

 - The photo is of our outhouse toilet when I was growing up on the farm.  A tree has fallen on it now.  You can buy a brand new one in kit form for around $449.00. Go here

 - For more of my outhouse stories, click here. 

 - Although I say that I'm not superstitious, when I was teaching, I numbered my tests and mixed the questions differently for odd/even rows.  I also numbered each question pamphlet; I would exchange number 13 for number 43.  My students didn't know that had occurred, therefore if by chance that student was concerned, he/she would not worry about having number thirteen.  

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