Singing Roadside House
Off the Old Highway,
On the sagebrush track,
Lone rundown house sat singing;
Singing about the people
Who used to live there:
A girl, two boys, and a mother and father.
Father was a broke-back handyman;
Mother was a broke-hand house cleaner.
The children delivered the
Newspaper in the nearby town,
To help their parents.
The girl grew up to be a teacher,
One boy is a doctor,
And the other one is a fruitful writer.
The old house sings when they
drive by waving.
The house sings in the rain and snow.
Off the Old Highway,
On the sagebrush track,
The lone old house sat singing;
Telling the story of the children
To the new residents:
Mice, tumbleweeds, and the leaves.
--Byung A. Fallgren
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Lovely musing about the history of the house
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Lovely! Nostalgia!
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Thank you, Reet.
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Thanks so much, Derrick
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Love this!
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Thanks so much, Lisa.
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