art I have many memories of the homes I lived in growing up. Some of the scenes are vivid still. This was the little house my dad and grandfather made from a double garage. It was on the alley behind the Big House of my grandmother. It is now a garage again.

Music: The Frost Is All Over

Our Little House

Our little house stands empty now
It may be rented again
But with the windows broken
I am not sure how

If a family moves in, it will be theirs
Lights will be on again
And as a friendship token
A light will be on above the “big-house” stairs

I remember looking out upon the lawn
Birds were feeding there again
We watched in silence - no words spoken
In the early light before the dawn

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