Old whitewashed brick house,
rough hewn logs,
cast iron trim and grillwork,
built in the late 1700’s.
Old town houses not far from,
new District of Columbia.
Old George Washington is
presiding there.
Town house of a
big plantation owner,
place to stay, in town on business,
wife spends the winter there.
Leaves all colored, it is fall,
some trees are stark bare.
Harvest in, apples ripe,
cider a aging in the cellar.
Harvest Ball real soon,
then the winter will set in.
Thanksgiving feast,
grandeur of Christmas.
Hogs all fattened up,
first big frost will be hog killing.
Fresh pork chops and tenderloin,
cure those hams for Christmas dinner.
Season changing, getting cooler,
time to get out the sweaters.
School a going full force,
children a dreaming of some snow.
Just a town house in Northern Virginia,
where my grandparents used to live.
Leaves to rake, wood to chop,
cause changes are a coming.