The Lone House

It was summer nights
It was the winds
It was the fields
And it was the grass all around

It was even starry nights
It was a lonely house
It was made of wood
It was inhabited by a lonely soul

It was not known who
It was just rumoured to be true
It was not to be anyone's sight
But every pass held the gaze

It was also the evenings
It was also the setting Sun
It was also the breeze swaying the weeds
It was a lonely stretch of passing road

It was just the puzzle in the minds
It was the pass of every day
It was every mind's own imagination
But still it never met the eye

Yet it held the time
It took all that came
It stood alone facing the world
It had housed someone very frail they said