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Home isn't just mortar and bricks,
With windows and doors...and a roof, that you fix!
It's not just a place, to hang your old hat,
Or when you were weary, a chair, where you sat!
It's a part of your life, a reflection of you,
A collection of memories and even a few,
That remind you of children, your friends and the pets,
The good times...the sorrow, that life often lets,
You enjoy or endure, in a place that begets,
Days, weeks, months and years, of tears, laughter and frets!
All your artwork and treasures, that don't mean so much,
To those, who aren't sensitive, to your creative touch,
Are extensions of you...your most inner self,
Not just meaningless objects, to clutter the shelf!
After so many decades, your roots are real deep,
You're a part of the whole plan....have no wish to leap,
To another nice nest, that is foreign, cold and new,
It's walls are so shiny...so perfect...not "you"!
A home, that is best, has wrinkles and creaks,
It grows old, with its owner, after too many weeks!
It's surrounded by hills, stream and pine trees, so tall...
That grew up, with your children...they're no longer small!
The shacks, that they built and birdhouses you found,
The echoes of laughter, in the woods, all around!
The beds, where they slept...their toys and each game,
Aren't there any more...but, remembered the same!
These changes remind me, that life has rushed by,
But, sunsets and stars remain fixed, in the sky,
And GOD's everywhere, watching over my life,
It's matured and mellowed...now free from strife!
I don't need new things, expensive and fine,
No diamonds!...No silver!...to show, when I dine!
The snowflakes and fireflies still sparkle for me,
And thanks to my GOD, they're still special and free!!

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I've lived in many houses....in many places.....and the last time I moved, 27 years ago, I decided, that I would never move again.....and I am still here, in spite of trial and tribulations, that should have made me leave.

Moving can be a traumatic experience for people, once they are established and in their "Golden Years". I can recall many people being so disturbed, about having to leave familiar surroundings, that they ended up ill and soon died.

My last move, to this house in the country, was a disaster. We had two trucks and one had an accident. Everything, on this truck, was destroyed, but I did not grieve over this, because my son was in that truck and I was so relieved to know, that he was O.K. You can always replace furniture, but a human is fragile and can't be replaced.

There are so many "lessons" in life. I guess this was another, meant to teach me, that "things" aren't very important. It was the beginning of many other lessons, which seemed to deprive me of the peace and joy, that I found here on my hill. It seems, that no one is ever free....to just enjoy and be.....for, the minute you solve one problem, another arrives to keep you guessing. So many lessons!! I didn't get good marks, on some of the "tests"! But, I'm still here, struggling to survive...... .....which proves, that some of us can withstand and build something good, out of the ashes, while others can't face reality and run away to hide......leaving the emotional and financial troubles behind. I prefer to be classified, as a courageous person....not a coward.....or deserter!! What would ever be accomplished, if everyone avoided the impossibilities?

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