Our Home

Our Dear old home., we love so well. It was built many years ago,

High up in the Boston Mountains.

In a town called Winslow.

It has two large front porches,

With rocking chairs, for ease,

We sit out there in summer.

And enjoy the cool south breeze.

There are many oak trees around it, That grew so stately, and tall. With plenty of shade in summer,

And leaves to rake up in the fall.

We have two ponds, in the hollow.

Where we go to relax, and fish,

Or just sit and gaze, at the scenery.

And at night on the stars, make a wish.

Our wish is to live here forever,

In this home we've shared, over the years. When all of our children, were with us. With much childish, laugher, and tears.

And now they have grown, up and married, And settled in homes of their own

But we two, are still here to

Of the wonderful life that we've had,

Just sharing this home togather,

And it makes our hearts feel glad.

Thelma Ripper Smith.