Poem- Home

We built our little home, up upon a hill.
The view we have is beautiful. The future, bright, not grim.
But then one day we watched, as the clouds came rolling through.
The storm that fell upon us, was stronger than we knew.
Once the winds had stopped and we could look around.
The little home we had, was crumbling to the ground.
So now we have a choice, a decision we must make.
Shall we go our separate ways, or try to build again.


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