Out Our Back Door

Don’t live on a lake and water to watch.

Don’t live in a Pent with soda and scotch.

Don’t live on a yacht that’s more than a boat.

Don’t live in a fort surrounded by moat.

Don’t live on a hill with valley below.

Don’t live the good life – rolling in dough.

We live in a house surrounded by others,

would not change a thing if given our druthers.

Have just what we’ve earned – not anything more,

including what’s seen right out our back door.

A place we’ve created for calm anytime,

of which I want briefly to put into Rhyme.

And something much more I just have to chime,

it’s part of our house – we don’t owe a dime.