The Family Home
I live in a house
built of bricks,
not in the city,
out in the sticks.
It's not the best
but it will do.
Wild front garden
and back one too.
Needs a little love and care,
The living room carpet
is thread bare.
Lots of hard work
all around
but the foundations
are quite sound.
It's just right for me and mine.
Living here
we've done just fine.
Away from the pollution
of the city,
forfeiting the shops,
a bit of a pity.
I left the city
years ago,
so as my family
could peacefully grow.
I'm glad I moved
from the city
to here.
It's less dangerous,
little to fear.
We've had it good
and we've
had it bad
but we're mostly happy
and rarely sad.
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