Promptly poetry!

One of the most important questions has always been; did he come in the front door or the back door?

One person strongly suspected it was the front door, and everyone else wasn’t really sure.

Create a story, poem or explanation for which way you believe he came in, and why it’s so important. 

Aside

Prompt: A Peck of Gold by Robert Frost

Dust always blowing about the town, 

Except when the sea fog laid it down, 

And I was one of the children told, 

Some of the blowing dust was gold. 

 

I challenge you to write about something you were told and believed as a child.

-zu