Poetry

Corny Poetry Alert

The little world in which I dwell is an odd place to be. Not large and vast nor is it rich, but it is filled with meandering paths, hidden staircases, and secret gardens, gargoyles and skeletons, And cupboards full of mysterious treasures that only I know the value of. No one knows the whole of this place but me, And even I, myself stumble upon forgotten rooms, And find memories once thought lost, to be softened by the evening light. Come into Dirt Road and find mysterious treasures!