If I Was a House

If I was a house I’d be detached Secure in my walls, untouched My roof angled against the rain My windows, tightly shut, secure My front garden neat, the back Garden uncut, scruffy, untidy My brickwork would be red My front door council blue My childhood had yellow doors We never got the blue or green My driveway would be long Keeping the world outside The gates would have a chain Wooden panels attached to The side walls, a gate cut To enter the garden, via a path A satellite dish juts from the wall The signal welcome, the world not. Because, if I was a house, I’d be detached. David Cox 02/08/22