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|10-21-2005, 07:04 PM||#1|
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The Burning House
The house sat up high on a hill.
The cat peered out from a window sill.
Playing with string in a ball.
Staring at the vastness of it all.
Everything was clean and white.
The garden filled with colors bright.
But no sooner had it all begun,
Then out came night to deeply bury the softly setting sun.
Then came the storm, and out of the sky
Came a sharp and terrible, deafening cry.
All was pitch black, nothing could you see.
The last of the sun sank away, finally free.
The cat hid scared away,
For it was no longer day.
Then lightening split.
And the world, it relit.
The crackling was all around.
With spews of light, the house it began to surround.
Then the deadly strike came
And the house went up in one giant flame.
A loud crumbling sound
Accompanied the house as it burnt to the ground.
With that house went all my dreams.
Smothered out by all the screams.
With a whisper I said goodbye,
As the remaining ashes began to fly.
The waking of the next day’s dawn
Found my home completely gone.
And in the sunlight when all was new
I stood amongst the morning dew.
Staring down where my world used to be.
Staring down at all that was left of me.
But then from the soot the sky drew
A flower beautiful and true.
The only one left, come to cheer.
And dare the sun to come near.
To clear the air of all the sorrows.
And protect the wonders of the ‘morrows.
Because even from the greatest hurt
They’ll always be a flower arising from the dirt.
For though it may seem all there is, is strife.
There is always a next and new chapter to life.
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