Home Again

I saw it today
This early autumn day
A brown house I’ve never been inside
I remember having seen it as a child
Was it brown then?
This house of my great, great grandfather

This house that a century and a half ago
He rose from foundation and cellar
To roof and cupola
On the corner of Fourth and Church
In the village of Camden
In the county of Oneida
In the state of New York
A place far from where I live

Nor had my mother ever been inside it
Not once in her 71 years
What little she knew of it was family lore
I know less

But today
When I walked around it
Took pictures of it
Stepped on its porch
Listened to its dog bark
Behind its drawn drapes
I felt that house

And Washington and Ann
Who built it
And their children Edward and Mary
Who grew up in it
And Edward’s children Clayton and Herbert and John and Anna
Who visited it
And the stories Clayton told Hazel
Who told what she remembered to me

Of the big house Washington VanDyke built
On the corner of Fourth and Church
In the village of Camden
In the county of Oneida
In the state of New York
A place far from where I live
That still, as I stood there in crisp sunshine
Felt like home.


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  1. Chris Moore says:

    Through your words, I also felt this house. I continue to feel it for several days now, since I first read it. This is lovely and lyrical.
    Thank you.