Vacant Property For Sale : 4 stanzas each of 8 lines. A nostalgic look at an empty, but well-loved homestead.
I stared at the verandah
Of the homestead on the hill;
Was it my imagination,
Or was someone up there still?
Or was it just a waving piece
Of tattered curtain-lace
Behind the shattered windows
Of Mr. Thompson’s place?
Fifty years or so ago,
Back in 1958,
Jim and I played in his backyard;
Life for us was really great.
I’d sometimes get to stay for tea,
Mrs. Thompson would say Grace;
Jim would poke me in the ribs;
I’d pull a funny face.