{"id":626,"date":"2016-09-18T19:59:37","date_gmt":"2016-09-18T19:59:37","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/wordpress.talesfromthelake.org\/?p=626"},"modified":"2025-04-21T13:40:35","modified_gmt":"2025-04-21T13:40:35","slug":"my-old-house","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/wordpress.talesfromthelake.org\/index.php\/2016\/09\/18\/my-old-house\/","title":{"rendered":"My Old House"},"content":{"rendered":"

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This old, weather beaten brick house beckons us.<\/p>\n

I slide my fingers along the crumbly mortar joints,<\/p>\n

Watching as it\u2019s flakes fall like pixie dust, to the ground.<\/p>\n

The faded, red fa\u00e7ade, having faced decades of<\/p>\n

Harsh winters and simmering summers,<\/p>\n

Slowly reveals the soul of a humble home,<\/p>\n

Like an apple whose skin is peeled to its core.<\/p>\n

This house, the last link to a childhood, youth and manhood, still<\/p>\n

stands, though a bit worn and weary.<\/p>\n

It continues to provide shelter, where people are born, raised<\/p>\n

And die.<\/p>\n

As the years take their toll on the shell of this honored home<\/p>\n

The sounds of joy and sorrow still whisper thru its walls,<\/p>\n

Fanning the flames that keep the memories of our loved ones alive<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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