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The House on the Hill

Post No. 894

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The House on the Hill

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It stared sightlessly at the valley below.

Blinds closed to the sun, the wind, the rain.

Frozen in pain, it stood silently waiting

While the wild flowers wilted, choked by weeds,

And the cobbled path limped to the door.

Home, I thought, and felt an answering echo

From the house on the hill.

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©Denise G Allen, 06 November 2015 09:14


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Moving House

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Packing, sorting, exhausting, draining

Boring, chore-ing, but sometimes inspiring,

Uncovering, discovering long-lost treasure,

Teaching me not to be a hoarder

Or a collector (as I like to think)!

Stones and shells in a container

Opened once in a while to caress their beauty

And be transported back in time…

A glance through the window at the world outside

Reminds me that it doesn’t stand still;

I have to relish the rush of life

And also enjoy the blush of life

Wallpapering my window in its rosy light.

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©Denise G Allen, 20 September 2013 08:08