All Comments on 'Their Old House'

A touching recollection of youth and innocence.

way about my parent's old house on the lake. My dad passed away a few years ago and I drove by the house a year or so ago. It was strange not seeing him step out of his work shop or hear his voice yelling out to me. Thanks Sack. that was a beautiful piece of art you created that will mean a lot to a lot of people.

you have been mentioned on today's review

Didn't I swing with delight

on that rusty pole?

that leaves plenty of imagination, but you definitely can reflect to the past with nice imagery.......don

I'll have to agree with don. Definitely, good poetry! I liked that image.

Time flowing like a river. Our youth to never end. Yet end it does ~ leaving us with those bittersweet memories. I loved this poem.