by Donna Penley
If this old house could talk, what stories would be told!
An’ I know it’s voice would quaver, since it is so old.
But if this house could talk, it’d raise it’s voice with grace
Tell us it’s story. “I was finished in ’68.
“Ol’ Darius Munger built me -- built me strong an’ true.
I was the first real house in Wichita long before our city grew.
They thought I was a wonder because I had two floors,
An’ I had real glass windows, an’ strudy, heavy doors.
Came th’ spring of ‘68, the settlers was supposed t’ leave,
But Darius was strong-minded and he stayed -- the Indians did aggrieve.
He decided to make some dough, and the bedrooms he did fill.
They say the upstairs slept twelve people -- they called me a ‘hotel’.”
It stood through blazin’ summers. Freezin’ winters did abound --
Now you and I can enjoy it’s charm, where it sits in
Donna Penley is a Cowgirl Poet with deep Kansas roots who has been writing cowboy poetry for over twenty five years. She is a real Cowgirl and an ex-barrel racer.
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