Painted Houses
In valleys, small towns, and cities alike
lit up with conviction and amplified sound
triumphant trumpets playing in unison
greetings of all to well wishers abound
Painted houses strung and silver spoon fed
no preoccupation with worry or trepidation
seeking pretty pockets filled with gold
outshining the moon and many a nation
Down river where the pavement hits the dirt
no matter the season resources remain thin
but empty hands won't deny full hearts
regardless if it's neighbor, stranger, or kin
Feeding the starving soul makes the man
Hailing of just painted houses never can
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