The House with a Face

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