Family

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Eleventh Street

There stood a house on Eleventh Street,
That I frequently drove by,
Sometimes a little old lady
Would catch my eye.

She’d be there, watering her yard,
And not to waste a drop!
But everything was watered and green
Before she would stop.

There was a vine of ivy on
The east side of the house ~
Some elms that made it through the drought,
Some spreaders on the south.

One day I noticed dryness, for
The blades of grass were thin;
Something had happened and I wished
To see it green again.


....I used to have a big yard
Where the grass was lush and green;
Pots of pretty flowers ~
A big swing in between.

But, like the house on Eleventh Street,
My blades are thin and dry;
And no one comes to do the work ~
I watch it die.

I don’t expect the world to
Understand my growing old.
They’re just like me ~ Perhaps they’ll see
As I did ~ long ago.

Joan Clifton Costner
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