Underneath the green and peach and pink
there is a house.
Underneath the bricks and rocks and logs
There is a yard.
Above the wooden floors and creaking boards
There is a home.
Above the cracked cement and moss filled yard
There is sunshine.
Inside the peeling mahogany exterior walls
There is an eccentric couple
with two lazy cats and two obnoxious dogs
all filled with dreams.
I feel like I should note that this is not a good poem. Just a scribble. I don’t want anyone to think I think it’s a masterpiece!
Comment by Administrator — April 27, 2006 @ 11:31 am
It reminds me of this tune, that was song on The Wicker Man movie:
Maypole - The Schoolboys
In the woods there grew a tree
And a fine, fine tree was he!
And on that tree, there was a limb
And on that limb, there was a branch
And on that branch, there was a nest
And in that nest, there was an egg
And in that egg, there was a bird
And from that bird, a feather came
And on that feather was
A bed.
And on that bed, there was a girl
And on that girl, there was a man
And from that man, there was a seed
And from that seed, there was a boy
And from that boy, there was a man
And for that man, there was a grave
And on that grave there grew
A tree.
Comment by UbranQueenAnne — April 27, 2006 @ 2:04 pm