C.M. Kelly Poet Rhyme

My Home Sits Where?

       Big subdivision. 
       New houses on ground.
       Sitting, just plonked there 
       with nothing around.

       So close together. 
       How could they cry?
       Without the neighbours 
       wondering why?

       It happened before.
       On our paddock too.
       Homes for others,
       all shiny and new.

       Some might think,
       About times before,
       When sun hit the ground 
       and rain too and more.

       The falling of trees 
       and planting of crops,
       The sticks and leaf litter
       no longer on top.

       The house that I grew in 
       once wasn’t there, 
       but I don’t think 
       that I was aware.

       The kitchen, my bedroom 
       had always been there.

       Hadn’t they?

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