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Wednesday, January 18, 2012

A Well Built House,

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"Home is a place you grow up wanting to leave, and grow old wanting to get back to." 
 ~John Ed Pearce


It has been well over 30 years since I set foot in that old house. 
It was torn down years ago, but in my memories it still stands proud.
I step inside it's walls and walk up the creeky stairs to my old room.
I wander through the contents and look out the window at the view.
I can't go back and hear the voices that echo through the halls,
but I can carry the memories with me and never let them fall.

9 comments:

Enchanted Oak said...

Step into my parlor and bide a while with my view.... Nice one, Carrie.

Margaret said...

Love Pearce's quote. I like the idea of your memory looking out the view of your window. I can remember looking out my bedroom window and wishing ....

Mary said...

Carrie, I feel the same way about my childhood home. I can SEE everything yet SO well.

Jinksy said...

I like my view of childhood to be from here and now...

Helen said...

I never miss a visit to my childhood home when I travel back to the Midwest ... very nice, Carrie.

Christine said...

I used to spy on the neighbor through my window. Fun to keep those memories.

Laurie Kolp said...

This is great. I love the ending.

The Bug said...

This is how I feel about my grandparents' house - it was torn down a few years ago. I can still remember what it was like to go hang out in my dad's old room.

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