Saturday, July 01, 2006

My House..

Boy sits in his room..
pieces are shrewn across the floor..
pieces of building block..
its time to rebuild a house..
but boy has seen the flaws in his earilier construction...
time to sit down and re map.. think boy.. think..
maybe a backyard pool for you and duckie to wade in..
a sturdier base.. the heavier blocks will do just fine..
big family room for mommy and daddy..
a study room for daddy and a BIG closet for mommy..
and a dog house for rupert..
never compromising his vison..

boy's blue crayon glides across his art bloc..
realising his dreams in this world only limited by his mind..
the possibility infinate..

Its FINISHED.. boy sits back and admires his work gleefully..
sighing a breath of relief.. but wait.. things are missing..
he sits back again.. hand scratches his head..
smiles and keeps his crayons.. he can add them later..
before he leaves.. he Titles in bold black..
"MY HOUSE"



Dear all.. this is a short poem come story i wrote.. i hope you grasp the sub text..
its about infinity.. about life.. work.. studying.. relationships.. that everything..
EVERYTHING.. can be yours.. if you are as ambitious and far sighted as.. boy..
its cute... you can really see miricles in young children..
i hope you too build a house of your own.. love..

BOY