This Ole House....

This ole house held many happenings

but then most all old houses do,

Births, deaths, gains, losses,

it's years of shares and blues.

This ole house kept out the winter/summer storms

with tin topped melody,

It also kept out a few malicious skeeters

begging taste of mine and me.

While our family labored in the cotton fields

a no.3 tub sat in yard in broiling sun,

Awaiting our bodies dusty returns and turns

at the sun warmed waters bathing fun.

Ah, if these ole houses could only talk

there`d a great national library of many spiels,

Still, these oft forgotten houses of past

yielded ghosts that would not lay nil.

On star studded summer nights

when you hear a night `s soft whisper

tease of gentle flowing breeze,

 The magic of the yesteryears and that ole House

  will cause memory`s recall of the

  Yes Sirs, No Mams, Thank You`s, and  May I,

  "Pleeease"... Ma Ma ... "Pleeease"

                          House Photo: Mr. James O`Brien