Many years ago there was a little Red House
That sat on a rocky ledge called, Rock Knoll.
All that passed by admired the view and the
deer many times, standing there on the hill.
The little red house, has been gone for years,
Never forgotten, it’s seen laughter, joy and tears .
A small family, of course now grown, saw need
For more rooms than that of the house there
On the knoll. They loved that tiny home but refused
To tear it down, added on and on. It grew
With the family. All loved it and took part.
Small animals lived there too, there’s more
Of that yet to tell ~ I’m going to bed now, that’s all,
Good nite to all at Rock Knoll
Good Mornin’ all, I am back at Rock Knoll,
Awakened by thought of that wee red house
And all that reside there including tha mouse
That took residence there, that many years ago.
That little red house in reality is extinct
But in the minds of some will never go away.
There now stands majestic ~ I say this in ink,
A big brown house, but memory holds sway!
As I said, I am back, but I am leavin’ toot sweet
Whatever the hell that may mean. So long,
Not good bye, we were taught long ago by,
A Mom, who was wise, never, never, good byes.
Ha, Ha, I was the wisest of all,
I made her my wife, Alas, she has passed.
Our time will come, sooner than later
It will be our ‘forever and ever’ at last!
Copyright © 2013 Charles E. Frost
May 11, 2013