Birthplace

I was born in a hospital in New England after World War II.  Dad was born before the great depression in this house, which didn't look like this, at the time.  I got a little teary, looking at the place.

The house used to have grey
siding and porches.

I could hardly believe
that the old mulberry tree
is still there.
I remember eating the fruit
of this tree, when I was
quite young.

The barn doesn't seem to have
a cow, or any chickens.

It was good to see, even
though so much has changed.