All Four Walls Broken Down Poem by TerriJo James

All Four Walls Broken Down



Wonder fills the air;
What is this you hide?
All four walls broken down.
Wooden floors cover the grass,
Past where I rode around.
The chariot swings high.
What is this life?
Where did my room go?
Your bathroom is over there,
In the next door neighbor's row.
I'm only here for a short while;
Where shall I sleep?
And where are my clothes?
Where is my bike?
And where is my prose?

Gentle winds blow;
The giant swings
Carry soft and low.
The T.V.'s on outside...

What is this you hide? ? ? ?

1/14/1978

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TerriJo James

TerriJo James

New Hartford, New York (suburb of Utica)
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