The House With the Golden Windows

...for the Rev. Eric Shirvell-Price Morning; the child awakes, steps lightly across the threshold to the courtyard. The wndows of the mansion over the glen ablaze with sparkling brilliance draw his gaze and peak his curiosity. Suited for all-comers with sturdy leggings for his Big Adventure, he takes on the day, as brave as good King Arthur on a mission for the Grail. Striding forth, his heart is beating like a drum as he tarries by the river to bathe his feet in icy water, wolfing down the victuals prepared by a Queen. Trudging up the hillside harder than the journey down, wearying now his steps are measured. He needs to claim his dream though his eyes now see dull sockets where the blazing should have been. Depressed, he sits exhausted to weigh the reason why. As he turns, hungry for home, his heart is leaping, for basking in the radiance of the slowly dying sunset is his own bright shining dwelling, windows glittering like burnished gold!