The House

Written for a competition

 

 

I got in the car, leaving this place,

Where I’ve lived for a year, could’ve been ten,

I look to the house, a grunt of disgrace,

I never wanted to see it again.

 

With the old kitchen and the squeaky door,

The howling winds, the broken glass pane,

The untracked noises keeping my ears sore,

This house was enough to drive you insane.

 

Two stories high and a fair bit wide,

Five windows ‘round the front, a door of one,

Rickety fences stopped traffic to the sides,

The yard was a mess, the mowing hadn’t been done.

 

I sighed in relief as we drove away,

Fading from view, the image was gone,

I might se it again one day,

I already miss the place I call home.

Author's Note

Not my favourite poem, for sure...but I guess it was worth putting up :P