by Cpl. Robert Lin Cook
Jan 1942-Sep 1945

My daddy built a house 
out on old Bunkum Road,
he was not a carpenter
as carpenters go.
He had a pocketknife
a hatchet and a rule,
he was short on knowledge
and also short on tools.
He had a need to build a
place where we could live
and all that he could give us
was a shotgun bungalow.

Now, it was not fancy 
in any shape or form,
oh sure, it had windows,
which was the norm.
A light bulb hung
in each and every room,
it wasn‘t much for lightin’
but it kept away the gloom.

We had that kind of siding
that looked kinda like brick
 but it kept the rain and cold out,
that I must admit.
And, of course,
there was a porch
not much in scope or size,
it was where Mom did laundry
she was well advised.

She’d build a chunk fire
in the yard and
set her boiler there,
to keep the duds moving
she’d stir ‘em now and then,
it helped in the cleaning
 and to make them fit to wear.

I shan’t forget that old house
in which I was brung up
and that old kitchen table
where I often supped.
Though time has dimmed
 my memories and
dulled my hearing some,
that old house on Bunkum Road
will stay forevermore.

Then I joined the Corps
and lived there no more,
they took me to places
most obscene.
I saw too many things
that still haunt
my dreams and
leave me longing
for that old house
once more.

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The author: Robert Lin Cook served with Reg. Weapons Co. (2d-2d) from 1942-44, at Guadalcanal and Tarawa during a 33-month overseas tour.

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House On Bunkum Road