Treasure Island

Elia Michael


The Cellar


In our house there was a cellar
Our dad painted it long ago
For a while I was a dweller
In the cellar down below

I did not like sleeping down there
I was only a child and scared
I hated the damp and stale air
I’d have complained if I’d dared

All the family hated it
But we were being hospitable
That is why we were in the pit
Our guests were not miserable

If I seem to be ungracious
Do keep in mind I was a child
Our little house was not spacious
Enough for me to run wild

Submitted: Sunday, April 06, 2014
Edited: Monday, April 07, 2014

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  • Adeline Foster (4/6/2014 2:16:00 PM)

    Very good, an interesting glimpse of childhood. I too can relate since I, as one of 11 children, was relegated to a sheep-crate in the field during hot summer days in the North- country of Canada. I loved it since it was the only time I got a room of my own. Read my - I Cannot Return -
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