House (Poem)

This is a poem I wrote for you named "House" and I hope you like it

"As I walk the concrete has no give under my beaten boots

The endless lines of winding roads call to me in more ways than I know

The wind guides my feet and it lifts me, more than my mind

I am in gods hands at the moment and for once I choose not to care

And through my journey, I find this house

That stands far out from the rest

I believe I'm on daisy lane

Or some suburb in some country town

The kind you hear about in old country songs