Architecture

Architecture

I built my house
on sand,
by the beach
at Anderby Creek.

I sat out on the porch
I placed under the stars,
and listened to the sea
caress the pebbles,
there,
at Anderby Creek.

In fair weather
I would wave
to passers by
as they looked
at my blue painted walls
made of wood,
each piece lifted
from lorry to wall,
there,
at Anderby Creek.

And in winter,
when no one came,
I wrestled with the storms
that blasted my house
built on sand,
there,
at Anderby Creek.

My house has aged,
weather and years
in harmony,
there,
at Anderby Creek.