A Rustic Old Home

Karen Gros

A simple little cabin,
That someone called home.
It has all the necesities,
That a family could want.

Yet it stands so plain,
For the untrained eyes.
Some see the beauty,
That money can't buy.

They say, "Home is where the heart is",
And this I know is true.
It doesn't take a mansion,
To make a lovely home.

The simple life wasn't all that simple,
It meant long and tiring hours of work.
For everyone had their share of chores,
Right down to the smallest child.

No modern amenities,
Electricity, indoor plumbing,
Were all an unknown thing.
Yet families thrived in these simple cabins.

Yes, these days are all gone,
And we head out to work each day.
Not from a simple little cabin,
But from a home of luxury.

No open hearth stoves,
Or working in the fields.
No sharing of rooms,
Or mending to be done.

We can only remember,
Of those days that have past.
How life used to be so complete,
In a rustic old cabin.

Published by Karen Gros

Karen is a freelance writer covering LSU Sports, news, country music, celebrities, fashions and 'œtwin' topics. She has been a Top 1,000 badge earner at YCN since 2007, published nationally in ma...  View profile

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  • Sheri Fresonke Harper9/3/2011

    You bring out the best of what a home is in this lovely poem:)

  • Shirley Norling8/30/2011

    Times were so much simpler in those days, even though life was harder. There are days when I yearn to go back to the one-room schoolhouse days back on the North Dakota prairie.

  • Harriet Steinberg8/29/2011

    Yes, just think of what life was like during the Colonial Days.

  • John Myers8/29/2011

    Nice!

  • Bill Hanks8/29/2011

    :)

  • Mary Wensing Dvorachek8/29/2011

    :)

  • Dina Montgomery8/29/2011

    Love this... :o)

  • Cassandra Antares8/29/2011

    An amazing poem, I dont like camping, although I have done it. I can't imagine not having the simple pleaures of plumbing, and electricity all of the time. However, back then it was a home, like you said so beautifully, excellent poem

  • Christine Zibas8/29/2011

    Nice poem; we take so much for granted.

  • Karen LoBello8/29/2011

    It's tough for us to think of living without our 'comforts', but they were happy in those days in their little cabins:)

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