Joanna M. Weston- A Poem

OPEN DOORS

in my mother’s house

are fourteen rooms

all with open doors

that I might escape

naked and laughing

through storm and sun

walk   run   leap

down the road

over the fence

into knowledge

the way is trodden

my life a run-away cart

with truth available

at the bank

JOANNA M. WESTON. Married; has two cats, multiple spiders, a herd of deer, and two derelict hen-houses. Her middle-reader, ‘Those Blue Shoes', published by Clarity House Press; and poetry, ‘A Summer Father’, published by Frontenac House of Calgary. Her eBooks found at her blog:  http://www.1960willowtree.wordpress.com/