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Show ! ENOUGH By DOUGLAS MALLOCH I THE old home place is not as fine As lots of places up the line, If size is all you csre about, But I can shut all thai quite out: I know, within this house of mine. Or hers, or ours, that our own stuff, Though plain, has always been enough. The old home place Is just a farm. Dad cleared the brush with his own arm And sowed the seed with his own hand. Well, other houses may look grand. With larger fields, and that's no harm Unless we quit remembering That we've enough of ev'rything. The old home place, or any spot, By this is judged, though big or not: If It has housed you, fed you, too. And both seemed good enough to you. That's all that matters such a lot. And this old place, through dry and wet, Has never really failed us yet. The old home place has warmed and fed, And kept a roof above our head. So we can pass the others by Without a jealous look or sigh, And live contented, as I said, Because, when times were good or tough, The old home place has been enough. . 1933. Donglas Malloch. WNTJ Service. |