Some people grow up in many houses; others in only one. We all have memories, though, of those shelters. We shared them with brothers, sisters, sometimes cousins, parents, grandparents.
Let's haiku about that this week: The house you grew up in.
Here, I will go first:
I loved the milk chute
So long ago, that it was where
The milk was found: Joy!
Now it is your turn! Just make it 5 syllables/7 syllables/5 syllables, and have some fun!
It was a silver green
ReplyDeleteBox on desert farm.Boulders,
Sagebrush preceded it.
It was set on blocks
ReplyDeleteThat replaced the wheels, but there
We were together.
I love this one. So much is said in so few words.
DeleteMy Dad Built first one
ReplyDeleteIn Ohio. Still wonder
If we had not left
Old Victorian,
ReplyDeleteYou could get lost in the place,
Castle on the hill.
It stood by Muse Road.
ReplyDeleteWho was she this Muse? Or He?
Who fed me with dreams?
The wind crooned to me
through my mother's willow &
White blossom'd Locust.
It's basement proved a
ReplyDeleteSafe Haven to young lovers,still--
Little Brother lurked