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mandag 12. april 2010

Out house

In our garden
we have an old outhouse
It is as old as the house,
but years of rain and snow
has made the roof heavy to carry.
The wood is rotten and soft
the tiles are broken
There was an outdoor toilet in the out house
On the walls there is written messages from the past:
"7/5-58 I love Eric"
If you ever have met an old house like this
you will know that these buildings has souls
In the walls they have stories about
people and times
Our out house has an old and tired soul
It is kneeling of old age
and could bring danger if it fell
The decision has been made
The old outhouse is going down on wednesday
The door is closed for the last time
and it's not without sadness!

fredag 7. november 2008

Honey

When the sore throats call,
or just for the comfort of it
When I was a little girl
there was a nice elderly woman who came to look after us
while my parents was at work.
I loved her, and she was so warm hearted and nice.
Sometimes when I was hungry
after having played outside
I came in to our kitchen, and asked for a slice of bread.
I always wanted honey on it, cause she was so generous
and spread a load of the sweet stuff on.,
with butter underneath.
That was sweet heaven!

Every once in a while
I treat myself, and then,
I always think of her.