In the dark of night, this big house sits alone,

Rain is pouring down, thunder and lightning around.

Tree branches blowing in the wind,  scratching on windows,

 What watches from this house,  is someone beyond these walls?

No lights are ever on,  just the moon’s glow that comes from above,

Could there be a fireplace of warmth that lights up an old house?

House all alone, without a phone, does someone there roam?

What is the story of such a house that’s all alone?

Keith Garrett