My Page for English Ten

She said to write
Something from within
That meant something sincere.
Well for now I sit
And think of it,
And to me it seems so clear.
To you, it might
Be nothing but
An empty sitting chair.
But for me
it means so much
Alone, just kind of--sitting there.
That big white house upon the hill
With no cars
Or people in sight.
Surrounded by trees
With no leaves,
Dictating with their height.
Every time I pass
I seem to think
Of who owns that lonesome place.
And how one day
It might just be
And empty lot of space.
That thought alone
Sends fearful shivers
All throughout my spine.
Because instead
That lovely house
Could one day be all mine.
So I think
and I smile
While looking that that chair.
And know
That one day
I’ll be sitting there.
So I will leave this thought
In my mind
Until the very end.
And so for whomever
It may concern,
This is my page for English ten.