The Lonely House

May 13, 2009
By Parker Johnson BRONZE, Shawnee Mission, Kansas
Parker Johnson BRONZE, Shawnee Mission, Kansas
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A house I stand, abandoned completely;
Dusty and rusty, I stand alone;
All people have gone, left for Cali,
I am clogged with dirt and dust to the bone.

My stairs are creaky,
My walls are cracked,
My fields are dust,
Just like a beach shack.

All objects have gone, taken by people,
Selfishly harvesting more and more crops,
Now all of my fields lay dead and dirty,
Because of the people, because of the people.

The author's comments:
This poem is describing a house in the dust bowl.

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