Poetry By Ken in Rainbow Colors
The Old Church in the Wooden Frame
Old Church Leaf Dividing Line
There's an old church in the woods
More than a century it has stood,
Far into the rolling forested hills
In quietness it sits imposingly still.

Rarely visited except for the seasons
Long ago there was ample reasons
For country folks to enter it's door
But hardly a soul enters anymore.

Once it's walls shown pure white,
Windows welcomed with lamplight
Believers came from miles around
To this small church with no town.

Sunday the big bell would ring
Soon gospel songs they'd sing,
God's house had the spirit in it
As the preacher took the pulpit.

Frontier pioneers came to pray
Getting ready for judgment day,
After worship they met in the yard
To talk of how times were hard.

Wakes and weddings therein by all
It served too as Community Hall,
Church picnics and potluck dinners
Were enjoyed by saints and sinners.

Through the years it's weathered
Offering peace for those gathered,
From the rafters to the floor below
It held salvation for those that go.

Now the little church waits alone
It's foundation crumbling stone,
Once a busy house of God stood
Beckoning from the birch woods.

Old Church Leaf Dividing Line

©Written by: Kenneth J. Ellison 02-19-04

Song title: "Precious Memories"

Return   Poetry By Ken  

Join Mailing list For Updates: Subscribe

Send and Share This Page: Click Here

<bgsound src="http://www.poetrybyken.us/ipoems19/preciousmemories.mid" loop=infinite />

Share a laugh or an inspirational story over a cup of coffee and homemade cookies or cake.

Find sites to help you make pottery, name that new puppy,
bake up an amazing recipe for that special someone or just have a good laugh when browsing the many inspirational web sites offered.

Poetry By Ken Home | Contact Us | About Ken | Poetry Links
Poetry By Ken © DeerLake Designs L L C