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
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