No word prompt this week, just a photo prompt.
The literary device to use this week is Sensory Details. Describe the image using five senses: perception, hearing, sight, touch, smell, and taste.
WORD COUNT - Not to exceed 100 words.
STYLE OF WRITING - Sensory Details Literary Device
NO ADDITIONAL PICTURES
THE PROMPT THIS WEEK IS:
The literary device to use this week is Sensory Details. Describe the image using five senses: perception, hearing, sight, touch, smell, and taste.
WORD COUNT - Not to exceed 100 words.
STYLE OF WRITING - Sensory Details Literary Device
NO ADDITIONAL PICTURES
THE PROMPT THIS WEEK IS:
If the walls of this little old farm house could talk
The stories it would tell
From the day the ground was broke
To the walls being raised
There was a story to be told
The ricketed old porch
Where stories of old where told late into the night
Where a fiddle was played to the moonlight
As children played under the sycamore tree
As births of a new generation's were born
In an old back room with the light of the day
Or the light of the moon
Creeping through the old window pane
That was covered in prairie dust
Generations of children born and raised
Moms cooking
From the kettle of the old fire place
To the wood burning stove
Sitting around the dinner table
Laughing and giggling
After a hard days work
The quilting stories of the women waiting on news
To the children being schooled by candlelight
Bible stores read as
Each member prepared for a long Winter ahead
As men came in from a long days work
Longing for some old fashion cooking and loving
Sorrows of loss
The plagues that stole the very life
Of the very young to the very old
To living a full and complete life
To
Men coming in from the range
Those who where lost at war
All
Laid to rest in the family plot
If the walls of this old farm house could talk
The stories it would tell from days of old
~Beth~
Well I blow the word count on this one totally!
Oh well...
I like it and I blew it!
From the day the ground was broke
To the walls being raised
There was a story to be told
The ricketed old porch
Where stories of old where told late into the night
Where a fiddle was played to the moonlight
As children played under the sycamore tree
As births of a new generation's were born
In an old back room with the light of the day
Or the light of the moon
Creeping through the old window pane
That was covered in prairie dust
Generations of children born and raised
Moms cooking
From the kettle of the old fire place
To the wood burning stove
Sitting around the dinner table
Laughing and giggling
After a hard days work
The quilting stories of the women waiting on news
To the children being schooled by candlelight
Bible stores read as
Each member prepared for a long Winter ahead
As men came in from a long days work
Longing for some old fashion cooking and loving
Sorrows of loss
The plagues that stole the very life
Of the very young to the very old
To living a full and complete life
To
Men coming in from the range
Those who where lost at war
All
Laid to rest in the family plot
If the walls of this old farm house could talk
The stories it would tell from days of old
~Beth~
Well I blow the word count on this one totally!
Oh well...
I like it and I blew it!
Do you like to hear and know the old stories from your family history?
4 comments:
And, they have always said, a picture is worth a thousand words. :)
If walls could talk, what secrets they would reveal. Happiness, pain, joy, sorrow. All of it held with four walls.
A lovely read and, thanks for visiting me too.
Isn't it true..I always wonder what old houses have to say..Our home was built in 1832 and I always wonder about the people that lived here before..it is a happy home..you can just feel it..Have some of the history, Sea Captain built it..Wonderful read..xoCarolyn
Well, it didn't matter to me that you went a wee bit OER the word count..this is really a lovely tale and one that we own...mostly, if we go back and gather the tidbits of our family's lives...Excellent!
Oh.
My.
This was lovely.
Absolutely heart warming.
I adore old houses and love to imagine what happened in them!
Your lovely writing read like one of my imaginings.
Thank you for sharing this.
It was my favorite read for this weeks prompt.
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