Charlie's House...cloudy...62*

Charlie's House

 

I never knew Charlie                             

He was gone before I came

But I often heard about him

That is how I know his name

 

He came here to build

A house all by himself

He told all the neighbors

"Don't offer any help"

 

And so his funny, lopsided house

Sits beside a bluff

Deep in the woods, with trees growing through

 

                                                                                       Each stone he dug and carried there

 

Has fallen to the ground

As well as all the wood

That he bought in town

 

He couldn't complete his dream

Or carry out his scheme

So when he was spent,

Back to Texas he went

 

Curiosity led me down his road

To snoop and poke around

And even after 40 years

Tracks could be found

 

I couldn't get the courage to go inside

Everything was dark and dank

And I was pretty sure

It was a place snakes reside

 

So ever since that day

Every unwelcome serpent

That comes my way

Is put into a bucket and gets a free ride

 

All the way to Charlie's house

There to occupy

The place that Charlie tried to build

Without friends or a spouse

 

So many I have carried there

I wish I'd kept a count

There are so many snake stories

That someday I must recount

 

I sure remember the first time

(IT WAS IN MY HOUSE!)

Just like yesterday

But how many since

My mind won't replay

 

I'll end this poem here

But have no fear

Snake stories and pictures

Will often appear.............................