Poetry from the Generations 

The Little Red House
by Velma M. Carlson

 

“The little red house: - up on the hill
Looks sort of lonesome, quiet and still.
The drapes are drawn, the lights are dim.
There’s no one around, just the song of the wind.
The snow is blowing in gusts so strong.
It’s been hard to see it all day long.

But today has been sunny and bright,
Now the lonesome time is late at night.
When no one’s around and all is still;
The cold raw winds give you a chill.

The fog is heavy – there’s sheets of rain. But I’m sure tomorrow will be nice again.
The sun will come up as it always does.
And shine on the “little red house” above.

The squirrels will be climbing from tree to tree;
And all will be well as it can be.
Soon the robins will re-appear
Singing their songs of love and cheer.
Skies will be clear as the sun warms the chill;
And shines on the “little red house” on the hill.

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