to build a house, a beautiful one, <br />i just do not need land and nails <br />not just wood, and grass <br />not just beams and roofs, for they <br /> <br />are but necessities, projections of <br />the house upon a hill <br />of the mind, <br /> <br />to build a house, one needs the soul <br />of the home, <br />the words of memories, the gutters <br />of our emotions, <br /> <br />unlike you, my house requires the fences <br />and walls <br />keeping away the ill winds <br />of publicity, the rumors of who i was, <br /> <br />a slope, the steep one, inclined <br />towards no other <br />than the whiteness of the sky<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-build-a-house/
