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Remember that house ..
when you were a child
the house that everyone thought was haunted
you know the one....we all had one...

you faced your fear and entered the house on the hill

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A wonderful story written for my picture by

I want to live in that house on a hill.
The joy I could share
With the one I love near
As we live in that house on a hill.

The sun will shine through on each window sill.
We’ll dance in the kitchen
Of that house on a hill.

The nights will be calm
But we don’t have to be still.
There is much to enjoy
In that house on a hill.

I’ll dream happily of the present we share.
I won’t have a care as long as he’s there,
And we’re in that house on a hill.

I’ll smile and sing,
All of our hopes will take wing
As we grow in that house on a hill.

But I just sit and stare
At the shadows in there.
Empty window panes
And the garden that snares
My sad little house on a hill.

The clouds in the sky fail in deterring
My sunny imagination.
It’s with a hopeful tear
That I turn away
From that abandoned house on the hill.

Image copyright © 2008, Heather Rivet
Copying and displaying or redistribution of this image without permission from the artist is strictly prohibited

Description
Remember that house ..
when you were a child
the house that everyone thought was haunted
you know the one....we all had one...

you faced your fear and entered the house on the hill

*********************************************

A wonderful story written for my picture by

I want to live in that house on a hill.
The joy I could share
With the one I love near
As we live in that house on a hill.

The sun will shine through on each window sill.
We’ll dance in the kitchen
Of that house on a hill.

The nights will be calm
But we don’t have to be still.
There is much to enjoy
In that house on a hill.

I’ll dream happily of the present we share.
I won’t have a care as long as he’s there,
And we’re in that house on a hill.

I’ll smile and sing,
All of our hopes will take wing
As we grow in that house on a hill.

But I just sit and stare
At the shadows in there.
Empty window panes
And the garden that snares
My sad little house on a hill.

The clouds in the sky fail in deterring
My sunny imagination.
It’s with a hopeful tear
That I turn away
From that abandoned house on the hill.

Image copyright © 2008, Heather Rivet
Copying and displaying or redistribution of this image without permission from the artist is strictly prohibited