The House

The house across the road from me

It's door is red as holly

It's shutter bright, spread openly

What a nice place it seems

With claret curtains, fresh-laquered beams

It's roof hold aloft

I wish one day to proudly say

That I live in such a place

With a soft green lawn

For a children's race

To leaven thoughts of running time

Which so quickly tear down

The open claret curtains

Truly as certain

As that the bright-red holly door

Will fade with time

And one day be no more.

The End

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