Neighbors
Today our neighbor moved away. We will miss them very much.
Although we didn't often say, they were fine people, such.
We shouted forth across the yards. Told good news and bad.
Will not forget their little son when he was just a lad.
Our children played and quarreled. And grew. Then started off to school.
The men have shouted back and forth to lend a needed tool.
We've planted flowers and watched them bloom; and trees and saw them grow,
Never thinking of the time when one of us would go.
Today our neighbors moved away. We saw the sign, "For Sale."
Each time we look across the street, the house will tell a tale.
by Marie W. Powell
