Brick
The third little pig knew how to pick
When making his abode of brick.
Of course, he chose it ‘cause it’s strong
And on that count, he wasn’t wrong…
But also, it has street appeal,
A stateliness that can conceal
Whatever’s happening inside,
For upright living is implied.
I grew up in a brick-built house
And live in one now with my spouse
So all my life I’ve felt secure.
When I’m at home, I know for sure
That no one will invade my space.
No huffs or puffs can e’er deface
The sturdy bricks on proud display
That keep those big bad wolves away.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2017
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