Whenever I walk to Suffern along the Erie track
I go by a poor old farmhouse with its shingles broken and black.
I suppose I've passed it a hundred times, but I always stop for
a minute
And look at the house, the tragic house, the house with nobody in
it.
I never have seen a haunted house, but I hear there
are such things;
That they hold the talk of spirits, their mirth and sorrowings.
I know this house isn't haunted, and I wish it were, I do;
For it wouldn't be so lonely if it had a ghost or two.
This house on the road to Suffern needs a dozen
panes of glass,
And somebody ought to weed the walk and take a scythe to the grass.
It needs new paint and shingles, and the vines should be trimmed
and tied;
But what it needs the most of all is some people living inside. Darn I WHOOPS Darn I dropped my red rose
If I had a lot of money and all my debts were paid
I'd put a gang of men to work with brush and saw and spade.
I'd buy that place and fix it up the way it used to be
And I'd find some people who wanted a home and give it to them free.
Now, a new house standing empty, with staring window
and door,
Looks idle, perhaps, and foolish, like a hat on its block in the
store.
But there's nothing mournful about it; it cannot be sad and lone
For the lack of something within it that it has never known.
But a house that has done what a house should do,
a house that has sheltered life,
That has put its loving wooden arms around a man and his wife,
A house that has echoed a baby's laugh and held up his stumbling
feet,
Is the saddest sight, when it's left alone, that ever your eyes
could meet.
So whenever I go to Suffern along the Erie track
I never go by the empty house without stopping and looking back,
Yet it hurts me to look at the crumbling roof and the shutters fallen
apart,
For I can't help thinking the poor old house is a house with a broken
heart.


































You will find me in my own yard at the Singing Bird Lane.

a GHOSTLY STORY

Jean --- I thought you said not to write anything as yoour computer is in the shop for the next week ?????

I cannot imagine you asking me that, He phoned me this am...The guy could not
get here to-day ok He will be here to morrow. ok Good night and stay Safe...ok Jean

Jean, your rose above the poem of the Haunted House is a beautiful Rose but why does it say Goodbye??? I love the poem, definitely a loving concerned and very sensitive person wrote it.

I am off to bed now so Goodnight and BB Tomorrow.

That I cannot answer.Vickie I think that has always been conscientious thing with me with as I wonder if someone will like this or maybe they won't so I threw the rose in to make it look athentic in the old house as if to say I yes I am going to say "good bye" I may be tattered but with a rose. I will remain.Happy. There is nothing like flowers to make the day perfect is there. and then reasons are alway s there too. 1/2 dozen thinks to think about..but all done in a pleasing manner I hope..... Jean

The branches you see is when the male puts them on the female eagle's back. No one knows why they do that. More snow expected for this area. Bald River Refuge Eagles.Eggs still safe.Mother nature is cruel sometimes.