House Of Accolades Poem by Mwenyeji Spikes

Who could that be?
Knocking at your door but Ashley,
The little dear likes to come to your house,
And play with the trophies,
Wow at the pictures of you great,
And souvenirs you brought home from overseas,
May be one day they'll shape her dream
With all this inspiration they bring.
She is just so passionate,
About living next to the seas on a cottage one day,
But it's this house of accolades
That sets her hopes high on flair!
The object of her dreams rests on the window view
In the summer sunset, she watches the birds fly back
To their nests, in this House of accolades
Everything seems so fair.