The Little House By Virginia Burton Poem by Mary Angela Douglas
The Little House By Virginia Burton
i remember the apple blossomed picture book
the sun on every page and then the rains
and the little house at home in every season
and I wanted to live there
when I grew up
but the people moved away
and soon, no one else came to stay there
until
the little house was uprooted and it grew
again where it was planted
under the apple trees, forever in the sun.
\mary angela douglas 10 february 2023
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