Home Beyond The River Home beyond the river back then The gentle call I hear when it rains. Come home my child now As dad is behind that plow. Mom has dinner on the table, And the old cow is in the stable. I can see the purple flowers grow Along that river that flows. We would wade in the heat of the day When the sun was out all the way. I love that old place Where dad would say grace. I remember his bowed head Before he would pass the bread. O' the memories of that time It has forced this little rhyme. I can see mom on the porch step Waving as we passed full of pep. We played with just a stick, And our lamp had a little wick. Times were so different then Out in the summer wind. Thank the Lord for such memories About the fire in the chimney, And the family all around. I can still hear their sounds. Thank you Lord! Poem written by: Lena Ayer Kittrell Painting and background by: Lena Ayer Kittrell Midi "Emanuel" written by: Norma Stephenson Email Norma :
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