Shadows for Sale

Shadows for Sale

There is a house I pass each day
On the lawn an interesting sign.
“Shadows for Sale. Anything you want.”
Beside it stands a shadow of a child.

On the porch a cowboy leaning
In the grass there is one of a cat.
I find this most unusual
Why didn’t I think of that?

What a unique idea, it is
So simple so very quaint.
A piece of wood and nothing more
Except for a can of black paint.

Each shinny sign is different
A guitar, a barrel or a clover.
Captures the imagination
Even the old lady bending over.

They brightens up the porch
Making passers stop and stare.
These little wooden soldiers
With their own little flair.

Tells a little something
Of those who live within
These pleasant little houses
Where shadows invite you in.