Lord R. E. Taylor Poet Free verse

The Perfect House

The Perfect House

There is the perfect house
Abandoned so long ago
Left to die all alone
Surrounded by the red desert
Scrub growing in place of grass
Kangaroos and cows die in the front yard
Geckos still run across the wasteland
Looking for a little shade
Water and food are kilometres way
A weekly trip just to survive
Still, that house is a piece of art
Telling a story that has to be told
Of someone trying a new life
Far away from the hassle of the city
Far away from a life that was not their own
There is the perfect house
Telling the history of a savage land
The problem is, no one will ever hear it
Before it is gone with the Outback winds
Buried under the blowing sands
And forgotten forever

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Walter Alter February 19, 2016 at 12:11 PM I like how you describe not only an abandoned house, but its remote desert context and elements of its history. Nice implication that the search for solitude can be a losing battle. Direct, honest.

Dah Dahlusion February 19, 2016 at 11:28 AM Good writing!