The Outhouse on the Hill

Though just a child of long ago

I remember still

The narrow crooked rocky path

And the outhouse on the hill

It creaked and groaned against the wind

And possessed an awful smell

Yet proudly stood beneath the trees

And served its purpose well

I love the comforts of today

Like running water and silly frills

Yet still I think of ages past

And the outhouse on the hill

~ Sandi