If I Were a House

If I were a house

You might walk past and stare

And wonder why so many clover grew near.

You'd see Yellow Wood Sorrel and marigold flowers,

Blankets of moss

And several rain barrels.

Oh, and there'd be a garden

Nearby, neatly weeded.

There'd be hills of potatoes

And rows of zucchini.

Rhubard and okra, squash and tomatoes,

Don't forget garlic, both winter and spring,

Endless leaf lettuce, volunteer plants,

Cabbage for kraut, strawberries for jam.

'Round the corner you'd spy

Grapevines growing for jelly,

And ever so close you'd eye roses in hues

Made of fairytale stories

Having visitors hover,

Honey bees, hummingbirds, butterflies, birds,

Fragrance of lilac and magnolia trees.

And there in the background

A vision, a veil,

My Mom and my Dad,

Builders, if you will

Of a house, a foundation, windows and doors

Surrounded in memories

Solid and sure.