Home Upon a Shore

From the back of a cul-de-sac the world one knows goes round and round Woodlands to the rear, afore the home unplanted ground The living scent of ocean and suburban family sounds Mild days upon the sand, fresh night seafood on the town Neighbors but in name, more aptly titled ghosts Each group upon its own deck isolated in its roast Few times a year a trip into the city for sport or rarest art Salted pretzels, honeyed nuts, or steaming dogs upon a cart One day all torn asunder, a household bound in strife Pictures last not till forever, at least not in modern life A home, a family, one small tale carried on to future years To leave it all behind, a day of hopefulness and tears