The house.
THE HOUSE
Who lives in that house across the way?
The one where children sometimes play
With happy smiles and laughing eyes;
Where joy is heard, but never sighs.
Where sunshine always seems to play,
On windows sparkling through the day,
And raindrops dare not set their face
On trees stood proud with ageless grace.
I wonder just how many times
That house has seen some children climb,
Those sturdy trees of oak and lime,
That stand so tall and withstood time.
Others will later buy this home,
and when they've gone and it's alone,
They'll take a look and see the sign
On this great house that once was mine.
By Pat Wake
Inspirational Poems
My Poems
Famous Poems
Midi file sequenced by Barry Taylor
Who lives in that house across the way?
The one where children sometimes play
With happy smiles and laughing eyes;
Where joy is heard, but never sighs.
Where sunshine always seems to play,
On windows sparkling through the day,
And raindrops dare not set their face
On trees stood proud with ageless grace.
I wonder just how many times
That house has seen some children climb,
Those sturdy trees of oak and lime,
That stand so tall and withstood time.
Others will later buy this home,
and when they've gone and it's alone,
They'll take a look and see the sign
On this great house that once was mine.
By Pat Wake
Inspirational Poems
My Poems
Famous Poems
Midi file sequenced by Barry Taylor
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