My Friend's House

Whose house this was means much to me although its boarded up today. It once belonged to my dear friend. That’s why I stop and stand you see. My friend would think I’m rather strange to stop and stare at this dead house. I think of summer days so grand before his world begin to change. I wonder where's my friend’s new home with all his brothers and sisters? They took each one away so fast, five children living on their own. Whose house this was, I think I know as I stand dreaming in the snow of days with summer sun's bright glow, wondering where my friend did go. 2/16/20 Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening - Robert Frost 'PARODY OF A FAMOUS POEM' Sponsor: L. MILTON HANKINS