The House

He left the house, then later left it behind With all the answers still there to find No-one could touch it, not even the land For years it would be there on purpose to stand He said, pretty much it will wrap up this mess Significant words he had to say, I must confess The dirt driveway there is just the same Where the fun, little red tricycle came As a gift to ride with all the freedom to play Where the peacock would often stray The alphabet was learned on penmanship paper Oh, how the memories did come to taper When going there was suddenly forbidden By controlling people, life changed, all was hidden Not anymore, as he knew they would return He was smart, so the rest were concerned Now, I write on, as he and his brother would With a map of words, if only he could…. --- Read them --- Heidi Sands 8/7/17