Invited


It was no accident my coming here
For they must had known long before
I wandered to their farmhouse near
That soon I’d knock upon their door
And wait until the storm would clear.

Call it more than a good neighbor’s sense
In snow to leave a porch lamp lighted
Or post the sign upon the picket fence
For those in need are all invited
Fate could find no better coincidence.
 
By Clinton Van Inman