
There's a little white
building at the end of the lane, Once so
alive, now it stands alone so cold and so
plain. Its the little country store, where we
all loved to go, With the sweetest old lady
to greet you her face all aglow.

Always making you feel
welcome with a hello and friendly smile, She
seemed to really enjoy the times we stopped in
for awhile. And the old wooden bench on the
porch was such a welcome retreat, As a moment
of relief from the fields and the hot summer
heat
In the winters an old pot
bellied stove kept the place so warm, Where
the farmers might gather to escape a coming
winter storm. Speculating on their crops of
corn and wheat in the spring, And the bounty
of crops they hoped next season would
bring.

Behind an old scarred
counter, with maybe an old wooden keg, Salt
fish in a barrel, sauerkraut, and beans and
local hen eggs. We might grab a bottle of
coke, maybe a few crackers and
cheese, Spending the evening rewinding the
days work or whatever we pleased.
Too soon the sweet lady was
called away to her heavenly home
above, Leaving no one to take her place in
the store she so dearly loved. The old stove
burns no more, boards cover the windows and
door, Leaving us only with our memories, of
the Little Country Store.
John T. Smith
of Heavens
Gates ©2008 Used With Permission
All Rights Reserved
Website ~ Heavens
Gates
In the small community where
I live (Hermitage, Virginia) tucked away in
a beautiful valley of the Blue Ridge mountains,
we have no modern stores, no post office, no
police department, but what we have is worth
more than all of these. One of our famous
landmarks when giving people directions to
the Hermitage area is Corbin's store. Closed
now since the lady passed away four years
ago it remains in everyone's memory. People
in the nearby town jokingly refer to it as
the Mall at Hermitage.
Visit another of
our landmarks The
Old Red Barn
John

Psalm 30: 4
Sing unto the LORD, O ye saints of his, and give
thanks at the remembrance of his holiness.
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