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I know I've asked this already, but I'm just looking for more opinions. Anybody willing to lend one? Thanks!?

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A Shack on Mary’s drive

On Mary’s Drive I dwell

Accompanied by few

To this day I’m the smallest shack

Mary’s drive has ever knew

Surrounding me are houses

Much bigger, much more strong

Their walls are covered in hard red brick

Material for which I long

They were shacks once long ago

This fact I know as true

Yet unlike me made out of tree

Received they materials new

Within those brick lined walls

Lies a group of their own breed

Families known as “the nation’s best”

Fill their homes with greed

A shack on Mary’s Drive

On Mary’s Drive I dwell

My walls are old and wooden

Far from an easy sell

With all these facts against me

I cannot help but grin

I’m much too old and tiny

Yet somehow I still win

Look past my broken hinges

Look through my window small

Deep within me, a group of three

They’ve close to nothing at all

As they look upon their neighbors

I look upon mine

We may not have those hard red bricks

But we’ll remain just fine

What we possess is FAMILY

And yes that is a wealth

We’ll stick together through the rain

Through sickness and through health

-ME- <33333

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  1. I really did enjoy it. my understanding of it is that the poem is being told from the point of view of an old shack (duh lol) that starts off longing to look like the neighboring more attractive houses even comparing itself to them. you can hear a little bit of resentment when the shack describes the rich people that are living in the big brick houses. towards the end of the poem the shack starts to appreciate itself and what it shelters. very strong and well written poem. you have a gift so please hone it.


  2. That;s probably one of the best poems i&#039;ve ever read =)

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