Vacant Lot, Paducah, Kentucky Poem by george fillingham
Vacant Lot, Paducah, Kentucky
Vacant Lot, Paducah, Ky
The stairs that lead to the house no more,
That lead to the porch for a knock at the door
That the door might open to welcome us in,
That would welcome us warmly as neighbor and kin;
But the house is no more, the land for sale;
These five weathered steps alone tell the tale,
And the tree where the tire swing hung from a rope,
(Where sister's young mister would kiss her and grope)
Still shades this old fellow who remembers those times
While the wind through its leaves still jingles like chimes.
I enjoyed this nostalgic write George and the line (Where sister's young mister would kiss her and grope) brought a smile to my face.
We've stopped in Paducah many times in our travels. The city honors its past and welcomes visitors with its arts. But how well I understand this poem. I've seen such vacant lots, too. I revisit the homes of my childhood with regret. They aren't the same; some of them aren't there; their beauty and warmth has evaporated with time. Ah, me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/19/2024 5:47:10 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Hey George! Stopped by and read this little gem. I love the rhythmic feel of it with its mix of iambs and anapests and they rhyming couplets. I've always been a big fan of metrical and rhyming poems - though they seem to have fallen out of vogue. Love this poem, love the nostalgia. I seemed to get hung up a bit on stanza 2 line 5, but yeah. awesome stuff. Regards.