It's beautiful-the clouds

hanging from a blue sky,

and below,  houses with smoke

escaping the chimneys

trying to join the Heavens.

.

Big houses dressed in ginger bread

along the eaves, windows showing

burgundy drapes framing Victorian sheers.

Shhh- someone is playing "You and I"

on an old upright.

.

The horse and buggy

stops out front to release passengers

who never surfed the internet,

used an IPOD, or worried

about income taxes.

.

They lived an honest, loving

and simple life,accepting ills

that couldn't be cured, knees,

and hips that couldn't be replaced.

Death was an ever present guest

in their houses, and he was ignored

as inevitable.

.

The children were taught to live

moral lives- no back talk- clothes pressed,

lace aprons starched to last the day.

They were gleeful making up their games,

and laughing the hours away.

.

Grandma  and Grandpas lived

with the rest of the family,

saying good bye from

the old canopy bed in the front

bedroom when their time came.

.

How I wish i could step

into this picture of Victorian

serenity- just a small step

over the frame, and Scrunchmyself up

extrasmalltofitinthepicture ooooooooooooooo

THERE -that did it!!!!.

.

I can stand again

and look out into my old world.

I plop down and sit

in a red velvet chair-with wonderment,

I can hardly believe

I am really back there.

07/14/2008

Posted on 07/14/2008
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