Aboard a old black Murano
Across Norwalk and Easton
Into the town of easton
Onto the long gravel driveway
Underneath the shade of the house
Up the long front walkway
Into the unfamiliar house
Throughout the house boxes were placed
Without a care in the world
We Moved.
Nicely done, Sydney. In the future, though, try not to use the exact wording of the model. For example, “Without a care in the world” was the final line of my poem. Yours should be different.