When Home Becomes a Highway

Lately in this big old house,

Time sends signals to my ear…

Floor boards creak and walls pop

As if demanding me to hear.

It has proudly sat upon the cliff

Facing a century of snow and wind…

Now it shakes along with me,

Weathers’ changed, the bliss might end.

I’ve lived here over 25 years,

Cohabiting with the ghosts…

I think the structure realizes,

I was the perfect host.

My house observed the passersby,

Traveling either by foot or horse…

Awakening now on a highway,

Learning progress has no remorse.