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
Copyright © Lord R. E. Taylor | Year Posted 2016
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