Old House of Sweet Memory

A Poem by Laurence David Sterling III

I stood at the fence
and looked across the field
at a house
no longer occupied
by anyone of my acquaintance
or kin.
It was not always so.
Once it was the center
of family gatherings
and youthful adventures
hatched in back rooms
while elders,
younger than I am now,
sat in front rooms
waxing philosophically
on the day's news.
It is a house
which
even now
after all these years
is still dear to me.
For it was a home,
away from home,
a shelter in the midst
of the stormy years
of innocent youth.
As I turned to walk down the road
to a car politely parked
All the memories of that house
and those that once lived there
returned
full force
and for a moment
house and road and boy
were years younger
caught in the midst of
my summers
of great content.

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