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That Old Plank House
Kathy Gandy
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The house was plain, it wasn't fancy at all
I can't remember anything that hung on the walls
It had no tile nor carpet on the floors
It didn't have shingles, not even storm doors.
It had no siding to cover its frame
But in this house I felt no shame.
The old tin roof would rattle and squeak
When rain pitter-pattered it lulled me to sleep.
It had no bathroom, just an outhouse out back
It could be seen through a bedroom crack.
There was nothing extravagant for the eye to see
But that old plank house was home to me.
It sheltered our family from the winter snow
But it had no insulation and the house was cold.
The long front porch was my favorite spot
When Summer finally came I played there a lot.
Things were much simpler back in yonder days
I miss those times in oh so many ways!
We seemed more content with life back then
And often I wish I could visit again.
With my brothers and sisters, my Mom and my Dad
Many fun filled days at this house we had.
So once in awhile my thoughts take a peek
At that old plank house that once stood at Rock Creek.
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