House In The Village Poem by Donald R Wolff JR

There is a house in the old village square
For so many years not a soul lived in there
The children would never play in that yard
And never a person would walk by, when dark

People who lived in this tiny old town
Said to the Mayor, ' Why don't you tear that house down'
The Mayor with a smile, said with a glare
'Tear down the old house if you dare to go near'

'Alright, ' with such boast the men gathered their tools
And that very same day; Climbed up on the roof
The first hammer was swung, and it made a hard hit
A very loud shriek came soon after it

Then like a flash the men leaped off the roof
Leaving their tools with no time to regroup
A chatter so loud then filled the town square
Through the dirty old windows the reason was clear

Gathered in groups, giving protest out loud
The squirrels shouted in squirrel talk,
'Stay off of our house'

For a while the villagers had a blank stare
Then all burst out with laughter
'Hey, look over there'

We were afraid to go near
We were afraid of this house
There was never a ghost
Only squirrels made those sounds

From that day the town people-
Left the house in the square
The house no one wanted
So who really cares

Let the squirrels have it
It's a home that they love
So, from that very moment;
To the Squirrels, The house did belong

(09/18/2018)