Poetry Challenge, V. 6.0, days 4 and 5

Hmmm...thus far, my timely posts are...ummm..not so timely.  It happens when you travel a little, and so I shouldn't really be upset or anything, but it feels a little lame, to be honest - publishing every other day or, in this case, two publishings in a day...I'll have to figure it out how to do this better!!  But while I'm doing that, here's a little something to tide you over, readers!!

At the end of the street there is a house,

lonely and sad, the facade a record of neglect.

The weeds choke the once-lush landscaping, 

the walkway crumbles under my feet

as I quietly approach the door.

Neighbors look on, shaking their heads - 

they don't know how I can live here.

They don't see the paradise that lies behind those doors, 

the beauty of the imperfect, 

they do not understand the choice.

And I will not teach them.

And number 2 today.....

Sing-song, sing-song,

the little birds flit about,

their voices carry over the fields,

between the brush and brambles,

ringing loud and clear the song of spring,

the beckoning of life returning,

and moving onward, forward, becoming greater than it was.

And I cannot help but think the little birds know something that I have long ago forgotten.

I little vague, a little sobering I suppose, but hey, that's installment one for the day.  Ideally, I'll get back on track later!!!!

As always,

Thanks for reading!

The Fat Kid