The white picket fence
The white picket fence stretches from Kentucky to Miami, with dream homes sitting behind them, while some of their owners are stuck in jails, and others are hanging on the thread of the heavenly rails. It is part of the gift of life, that they have sacrificed, and at nights when the lights shine on the white picket fences, homes come alive, windows open wide and family sit steadfast around the dinner table saying grace and giving praise. Sometimes the prayers are so long, and it kills the appetite of the hungry ones, while the children play with their knives and forks anxiously waiting for the day to light.
I am from the middle class, and I am on the top of the chart, but the white picket fence has never dawned on me and that is not how I wound like my home to be. I love simplicity with a touch of extravagance, blend with innocence and arrogance; I love big weave into small and beauty surrounds the wall. Stainless steel knife and fork and a night maid to escort me through the great hall when it gets dark, with a horse stud around the back and good breed horses strolling around. And my garden space close by my side with fragrant flowers and enchanted smells gives me the freedom to meditate and entertainment my animal date.
Life has a home and the universe is tied up in a giant rope, with big feet and little feet marching around the galaxy looking for stability but when the wild wind comes, its shakes everything that lingers around and the white picket fence ends up in the basement or somewhere down the street where destiny meets.
The image of the white picket fence comes up now and then, and sometimes it has a melody from the heaven. When the children leave the town, who will dwell in the houses behind the picket fence; it’s hard to think that life has changed and there is no more games
The family structure has broken down, and people are eating out of paper plate even when they have a very important date. They drink out of bottles and paper cups and sometimes it causes family members to fuss. They are always in a hurry, but they hardly worry, is this healthy living or wishful thinking? The white picket fence is everywhere, and it has a profound message to share. Cornwall, Middlesex or surrey, Africa or North America, the message is deeper. It is the same concept that takes you to the front line and sometimes it keeps you dancing all the time.
The white picket line is on the football field, the white picket line will make you squeal, it is baked in the middle of the deal. It is an imaginary line that runs across the earth with a solid proportion sealed up in the dirt. Come and pen this verse with me and let’s take a swim to the utmost part of the sea.
The white picket fence is speaking to me.
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