House (Poem)

This is a poem I wrote for you named "House" and I hope you like it "As I walk the concrete has no give under my beaten boots The endless lines of winding roads call to me in more ways than I know The wind guides my feet and it lifts me, more than my mind I am in gods hands at the moment and for once I choose not to care And through my journey, I find this house That stands far out from the rest I believe I'm on daisy lane Or some suburb in some country town The kind you hear about in old country songs A sign on the fence "do not come in, I do not need you" I ignore the sign that others have chosen to follow And put these beaten boots on the slightly singed grass of your front yard It has more give, and I can tell it's been walked I will walk up to your door and knock and As it opens, I will hug the heart Or maybe it won't and I'll sit on the porch, coffee in hand, until you want to come out" Thank you Ooh