The house

On the corner of the highway
And cars and trucks zoom by
Sits a house, nondescript
Drivers pass it, not noticing
I pass it, and the picture stays

A house on the corner
Sitting proudly
In its beautiful modesty
How jealous I am
Of those who own it

How they can sit outside
And look at God’s creation
Of a glorious valley rolling down
And up into mountains of blue
That spread along the horizon

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