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Love Lives Here
A poem about isolationism
By the side of the road, I saw it
At the entrance to somebody’s drive
Stuck in the ground in the high grass
A message to all who came near
The first line seems terribly friendly
“Love Lives Here”
How gracious if somebody crafted
A sign out of wood and spare paint
And posted it out by their driveway
A sign of goodwill and good cheer
A word to the weary, the wanderer
“Love Lives Here”
But this sign wasn’t lovingly fashioned
But born on an assembly line
Plastic to weather the weather
Bent metal turf spikes to spear
Message made, ready to order
“Love Lives Here”
Love’s all you need for the rest of us
But this sign, it didn’t stop there
It went on to list for whom love lives
We were not on it I fear,
God, family, friends, all were present
“Love Lives Here”
