Grandmother, the new bride, was an orphan
from birth and had been living with a family
from Park City who gave her room and board
for maid services. Both she and grandfather
had been raised in the depths of poverty
and knew it not.
Therefore, the tiny one-room log cabin
that he constructed was the palace of
their dreams: no electricity, no running
water, no washing machine. Truly delightful!
They raised their four children in their
fifteen by fifteen joyful edifice, many
glorious miles from anyone, and a long way
from nowhere, all secluded in a beautiful setting.
The three boys slept outside the door in a tent,
while their sister slept inside. Later, after
the children were grown and gone, he wanted to
move grandmother into a nicer home in town with
the luxuries of water and electricity.
She wouldn't have it! She was happy right where
she stood; seven miles from the bustling city
of Teasdale. The only thing that the proposed
move would bring was neighbors, and who in tarnation
needs or wants that?
Call it a prose poem and we all will be pleased! I hope you continue to share these prose poems with us. They are refreshing to read and a joy to imagine these people 10++++++++++
Nice picture, though I realize that it's not the cabin built by your grandfather. Love the story, Keep it coming!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We should all be so lucky to have people like your grandmother in our lives.She is a prime example of the innocence and non-materialism of a bygone era. I concur with Susan!