Sunday Shopping

Sunday Shopping

Down the long and shady lane

Beyond the limits known

Is the house where Harry sits

Upon his gilded throne.

Barriers protect his land

Barbed wire shaped to harm

Protect mysteries and hidden secrets

Buried within his barn

Old Blue barks a vicious warning

As you approach the lane

Where the remnants of visits past

Are charms upon his chain

His one eye watches as you move

Carefully from your car

The sound of screen door slamming shut

To be left slightly ajar.

And now here comes the shuffle

As Old Harry makes his way

Down the drive to greet you

And chase the flies away.

His wrinkled features tell a tale

Beyond one eon's old

But his blue eyes have a twinkle

With every story told.

Each item has a history

Every piece was once a dream

And though you think you know the make

There's nothing as it seems

And so you'll take your treasures

And Harry will take your bills

And you will have lived to now tell your tale

Of Sunday Shopping thrills.