Friday, January 29, 2016

 

Haiku Friday: The House I Grew Up In


Some people grow up in many houses; others in only one. We all have memories, though, of those shelters. We shared them with brothers, sisters, sometimes cousins, parents, grandparents.

Let's haiku about that this week: The house you grew up in.

Here, I will go first:

I loved the milk chute
So long ago, that it was where
The milk was found: Joy!

Now it is your turn! Just make it 5 syllables/7 syllables/5 syllables, and have some fun!


# posted by Mark Osler @ 12:00 AM
Comments:
It was a silver green
Box on desert farm.Boulders,
Sagebrush preceded it.
# posted by Anonymous Renée : 12:41 AM
 
It was set on blocks
That replaced the wheels, but there
We were together.
# posted by Anonymous Anonymous : 9:04 AM
 
My Dad Built first one
In Ohio. Still wonder
If we had not left
# posted by Blogger IPLawguy : 3:06 PM
 
Old Victorian,
You could get lost in the place,
Castle on the hill.
# posted by Blogger The Medievalist : 12:51 AM
 
It stood by Muse Road.
Who was she this Muse? Or He?
Who fed me with dreams?

The wind crooned to me
through my mother's willow &
White blossom'd Locust.
# posted by Anonymous Renée : 4:16 PM
 
It's basement proved a
Safe Haven to young lovers,still--
Little Brother lurked
# posted by Anonymous Renée : 4:21 PM
 
I love this one. So much is said in so few words.
# posted by Anonymous Renée : 4:23 PM
 
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