[The Old Green House]
A n o n y m o u s
The old green house In the valley, with A vast green yard, The stuffy barn, And our own little, fresh, Forest with hours Of hide and seek. The old green house With it’s large, airy kitchen And cold concrete basement; The living room, with the Glass coffee table And thick cozy carpet. The downstairs bedroom, Where we had our sleep-overs, With cousins and dogs And quilts eighty years old. The TV room, with it’s Old wood stove; On a cold winter’s morning We stacked the wood In the laughing metal contraption, Closed the door And started the fire, Letting the flames breathe Their smoke out the chimney. 59
