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Memories

The wooden porch had decayed beyond repair,
An old porch swing hung by a single chain.
The front door was blown open from wind and rain,
Inside the house, there sat a single wooden chair.

I sat on the chair before an Oak mantled fireplace,
Thinking about what took place in this two story house.
Suddenly, across the wooden floor, ran a little mouse,
Warming himself, at the window, with the Suns rays.

He was the only sign of life after all these years,
Even though many families had lived in this place.
All signs of life, except memories, time did erase,
As the memories returned I shed a few tears.

My children and grandchildren played on these floors,
I could hear their laughter and see their beaming faces.
We had good times hiding in our own private places,
And the fun times, I was a horse, down on all fours.

Now those days are gone but not from my heart,
Because the good things are cherished forever.
And good times are worth more than gold or silver,
While good memories, will a good life help impart.

                          Terry L. Sledge

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Written October 1st, 2000 #1 Memories of past

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  • Ami
    April 8
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    Loved the ending
    "Now those days are gone but not from my heart,
    Because the good things are cherished forever.
    And good times are worth more than gold or silver,
    While good memories, will a good life help impart."

    Great write and
    Thank You for entering
    Good Luck


  • liltulip gold member
    February 26

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    this is beautiful

    the rhyming and the story behind it, the words you chose, i love it all, thank you for sharing this piece with us, you have penned it well!


  • Treasure 5 gold member
    February 26

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    Wow you captured this wonderfully. It reminds me of a place my husband showed me. He played at that house when he was 6 yrs. old. I can't believe it still stands in the woods. No house for miles.


  • Jalalbad gold member
    November 28, 2007
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    I loved this. I know an old house just like you describe. Memories are beautiful.

  • michaeline
    November 28, 2007

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    This was very nice.Reflections of a time that has past but all of the memories still remain and will never leave your heart.The words were well spoken and easy to understand.Good work on a job well done.


  • Marshall013004
    November 28, 2007
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    great write!! memoreis are wonderful

  • snochica149
    June 25, 2002
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    don't touch it!

    i love memories.....they make life beautiful.........

  • moonflower
    June 25, 2002
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    excellent

    this is beautiful..memories are all we can leave in the end..and sometimes they are all we can take with us..i loved this..

  • jlazarus
    June 24, 2002
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    don't touch it!

    this poem put a subtle smile on my face. i feel a calm from it created by its simple rhyme scheme and strong imagery. excellent poem.


  • leahcullen
    June 20, 2002
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    don't touch it!

    Terry!! My god, this piece is ssoooo full off emotions!!!! I can feel the sadnesss, but the hope and happiness of having lived that life!! This is such a BRILLIANT piece hun!!! It's sssssssoooooooooooooooo well written!! It's really, really BRILLIANT!!! I loved this piece!! Well done!!! Luv, Me ;-)


  • Windsong
    June 20, 2002
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    don't touch it!

    this is truly a 'don't touch it' poem!!!!!!!
    wonderful, beautifully written!
    touching!
    we always have our memories!


  • Barb Davidson silver member
    June 20, 2002
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    excellent

    Agreed memories are all we have, even what we have just typed becomes an instant memory....
    Barbsxx

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