The Mansion on the Hill : Written in Rhyming Fashion
My name is Timmy and I live on a cluttered street just below the big house on the hill
Me and my buddie's like to watch the people come and go from a spot in front of their paper mill
Everyone works there, it is the only work in town
My Daddy works there and sometimes he comes home so tired and wearing a worried frown
The people who come and go from the big house have chauffeurs and long limousines
We wonder what they're talking about when we see them under the big evergreens
We never see them smile
You'd think with all that money they'd be happy and smile once in a while
I reckon having all that money keeps them busy as a bee
No time to have fun and feel carefree like me
Im always happy when I see Mama walking down the hill
She's worked hard all day cleaning and cooking their special meal
I told Mama and Daddy I didn't want to work at their paper mill
I want to go to the city and drive a long limousine
Daddy said that it was his and Mama's hope, but in the end it was just a pipe dream
I reckon I'll wait and see if my dream comes true
In the meantime I'll keep on watching the rich people and the big cars and hoping my dream doesn't do like Daddy said, " Pipe dreams always fall through. "
Comments
AUTHORHello Peggy, let's hope his dream's do come true. What would we do if not for dreams? Thanks again for coming to read my story. Cheers
I am pulling for little Timmy, in this poem of yours, to fulfill his dream. Sometimes pipedreams can become reality!
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Hello Shauna, Oh, I like your comment. I hope he made it to the top and is living in a mansion on a hill...Thank you much.
Every pipe leads somewhere, so why wouldn't pipe dreams do the same?
I'll bet Timmy not only drives a limo but owns a fleet and has a staff of drivers by now!
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Hello Dianna. Thank you for a most welcome comment. Blessings...
What a creative way to challenge readers to think about what really matters in life.
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Eric, so good to see you again. yes, some of us came from humble settings. I was the last of 12 children. Gomer has a beautiful voice! Thanks again my friend.
I have time today. And what a blessing to come back here. Gomer was a hero of mine. Some of us come from humble not our luck but good.
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Genna my good twinkle friend
I love every comment you send
You cheer me up when I'm down
You make me want to ride the Merry-Go- round
So I think I'll put on my scoot shooten boots
Go dancing, maybe have a couple wine toots!
Hugs
Hi Ruby. I'm officially a twinkle. I meant to say/comment, "Happy Monday and Happy Labor Day." Hope you are enjoying the holiday. :-)
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Hello Genna. Funny how a song can write a piece, that's what happened with this ditty. Happy you enjoyed. Hugs my friend.
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Hello William. Thank you for the nice compliment, so glad you enjoyed.
Your rhyming narrative tells the story of so many of the towns we grew up in, Ruby -- paper, textiles, steel, and more. And the dreams we all had, watching from below and afar. Well done my friend, Happy Sunday. Hugs.
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Nicely done, Ruby. I like the way you tell a whole story while all the while rhyming words. Pretty impressive stuff.
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Hello Linda. I think we still dream of a better tomorrow. What would we do without pipe dreams? I'm happy that you found my story interesting. Thank you much.
You've told an interesting and sad story. Thank you for sharing it. I hope Timmy and the real-life versions of the character have a dream that comes true. Pipe dreams are wonderful to think about, but it can be very disappointing when they don't become reality.
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Hello Eric, Good to see you. I guess we all that are older remember when everyone was glad to have a job. Now, the young people have options, which is great! Thanks for coming to my place.
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Hello John. Keith Urban is one of my favorite's, but the song had nothing to do with dreams, so I changed it. It is an honor when you like my rhyme. Thank you so much.
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Hello Lorna, a child never gives up a dream, that's why they come true sometimes. Thanks so much for coming by.
You inspire me. What beauty here.
I think I am on about my 73rd dream or maybe less or more. My big issue is that I catch that dream and "boring". I need a new one. Ours was a lumber mill.
I went another direction. Sometimes I think that was puffed up. Thank you here.
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Hello Dana, yes, nothing is impossible when you're young. So nice to see you. Thank you.
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Hello Gypsy, so happy you liked my rhyme. Thank you...
The dream to look at the bigger picture and not want to stay in a small town doing the same as everyone else, even if the dream is just to be a driver of a limousine. Nice rhyme Ruby. Gotta love Keith Urban too.
Such a lovely poem Ruby as seen through the eyes of a child clinging to their dream.
Cute Ruby--
The beauty of childhood is, you have so much to look forward to.
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Hi Pamela. I lived in a town that had one factory, everyone worked there. The owners lived in a spacious home. Happy you enjoyed my story. Thank you.
Loved the rhythm and rhyme here and the hope of holding onto that dream.
Ths reminds me of towns you saw when i was a kid. This article was enjoyable to read, Ruby.
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Hi Bill, It's funny how a song can write a story. So happy you liked this piece, Thank you...
Mill towns once dominated the U.S. landscape....now dying out, like so many other things from our past, Ruby! Love this!
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