A House I Once Knew
Written by Leo VanMeer 1907-2006 (part 2)
I can see a place by the window
Where firelight once played inside.
I can picture the porch as it used to be
And grounds so clean and wide.
Doors with well-oiled hingesLet in our willing feet.
With everything in place as it should
And everything trim and neat
I see it in mellowed reflection
Until years have changed it to be
A house with a memory; it’s more than a house
It once was home to me.