A House So Far Away

I once spent a summer, like a tempest, so wet

Down by the creek, in glossy beads of sweat

For I felled such trees to build a house so far away

That a bird, with his wings--so happy and so gay

Could come through the windows, swallowing glass and then wood

To strike up conversation, to say as much as he could

Like politics or the war, or voting in Iran

To pass the time away, until I fall like sand

And that gossiping bird couldn't--wouldn't--save me (how frail!)

But to his happy and gay wings I shout "Prevail! Prevail!"

Then my face rubs earth, then my bones rub skin

O from the wood I fell--why? What was my sin?

So next summer when I sweat, on a day like today

I'll know not to build a house so far away

Reviews

[Muhammad]

this poem painted a picture in my head. nice job man

[XxXCherriXxX]

wow, its amazing!

[Victoria Harlequin]

Ah, very interesting write. The rhyming is spectacular and I could see vivid images in my head of this poem. Great write!

[bluessadmood]

Oh what loveliness ,how dreamy..how nice ,a house so far away,just me..
On a summer like a tempest down by the creekI felled such trees to build me a house far away
A bird came with his wings gay and so happy,came through windows swollowing glass and wood
We talked politics and war,to pass the time till I fall like sand,but gossiping bird would not save me
And to his happy wings I shout prevail,Prevail..
How I loved all this,could not be nicer,could not be more dreamy ,
lovely write..