An inside out


An inside out
As one bounces from one exposed stud wall to the next

Its, ones own house, its bearers and joists

Tilt, twist, turn like racing torrents

Harsh across aging stumps from another time

Where, tales long flourished

Built in a time, spent playing in dirt n’ earth

No one wanted to be under a timber

Shingled, thatched, tin, tiled, turfed roof

Sunshine to those days when

Where stories were those inside a heart’s choice

Places where ever our feet could carry us

Outside of those walls, out from under

Dark shadows beneath a manufactured box not of choice

With exposed rafters inside and the talk of whistle stops

As they populate today’s long ride.

Write away...

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