Mansion

Poetry
Avatar of Steve HowardBy Steve Howard
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mansion

What good a mansion,
with no way in,
to those outside,
when the rains begin?

What good a mansion,
without any doors,
when the lightenings flash,
and the thunder roars?

What good a mansion,
be it made of gold,
to those outside,
afraid and cold?

And what good a mansion,
of most precious stone,
to be inside,
unloved, alone?

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Steve Howard

    Born in North Carolina, he spent his early childhood in the Appalachian mountains. There he was weaned on gospel and bluegrass music, as well as tales of ghosts, will o the wisps and faeries in the misty highlands. Now retired, and living in northwest Florida, he spends as much time as possible on the rivers and in the woodlands.

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    1. Avatar of Eva Blaskovic
      Eva Blaskovic says

      This is lovely!

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      1. Avatar of curmudgeon
        curmudgeon says

        Thanks very much Eva Blaskovic

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    2. Avatar of curmudgeon
      curmudgeon says

      Thanks very much Eva Blaskovic

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