I am front yard rhubarb / From that house on the hill / Which beams upon the rocky beach / I am weathered stairs that lead to the porch / The secrets and smiles that chipped paint holds / I am dinner table stories / And the ones we’ll soon tell / Of this love and joy so abundant / From the back gravel path / To the sign on the door / There, you’ll find me at my best / If just for tonight / Let tomorrow come slow / My whole world is that house on the hill.
Cooper Gregg, 13