The old man who lives next to this old house says that it’s held more cows and horses than people during recent years, and yet it stands. As I wandered around, inside and out, I wondered what they would say, if these walls could speak…
This old house has seen the sunshine
Of many different years.
This old house has seen some happiness
This old house has seen some tears.
This old house now seems so empty
Since you left with last goodbyes.
The smiles and talk, the happy laughs
Echo above the lonely sighs.
Whether leaves are green in springtime
Or snow lays lightly on the ground
This old house will hold the memories
Of all the old family’s sounds.
(Edna Howard White)