Once, a house stood
all alone,
In a forest,
It roamed all day and
night,
But with no face it
could not see,
So day and night it
bumped into trees,
It toddled along,
But as it had no face
it could not see,
So day and it bumped
into houses,
It walked along,
It tripped over
saplings,
It tripped over
knowhow,
But one day it came
across a wishing tree,
It‘s wish was
obvious,
To have a face you
see,
But now with a face
it still roams the valley,
Looking for a home to
live in,
But not with trees or
houses,
Not with saplings or
knowhow,
It sits in a field,
All alone but one day
it will find a home.
C. Alton
