"That House We Built"

Through the Woods 

Down the lane

We came in trucks-

I came in pain

So take the tree

And take the phone,

Take everything- 

The bank can't own 

Serene and Silent,

Hot and vast,

At that house we built-

A deer walked past

Young and nimble,

Strong and free,

I knew he came-

Just for me...

Poem is orginal work by S.J.Hernandez

Picture is taken from Google Images and not owned by me