Windy Towns

A cool breeze when you enter the doorway

The door painted with fresh white colored snow

Sometimes the weariness approaches days

Green grass covers the pastures that will grow.

Sounds from the photos speak the history

Surrounded by neighboring silencers.

The main room highlights the phantom trophies

Glass mirrors resemble the mind deters

Laughing and loud tears enter and leave

New photos as well as portraits fill walls

Garage doors open and close suspect grief

Hats and shoes mark the hours at the mall

The times I have had at my new sweet home

More memories should arise I should know