Fireproof
After seeing my childhood home decades later
I dug this up after reading a beautifully rendered piece by about going back, loss, nostalgia…all that good stuff. Wish I would have taken a picture of it years ago, but cell phones were not around and not too many people carried cameras hoping for a great shot. Found the above pic from a news story about a poor guy who lost his house, and it was the closest to what I remember seeing when I went back. Hope you enjoy reading it!
The old two-story farmhouse caved and crooked, Peels strips of paint into the creek Untouched by headline news - A fire orphan in a place too poor to matter. Outhouse and honeysuckle, crunchy gravel roads Steamy cornfields. A child In a net-covered hammock Sleeping as crickets chirp. A thousand lightening bugs Like sparklers shine Upon the house still standing in my mind. The child awakens and smiles.