Ever stared out of your bedroom window and had imminent inspiration?
Sitting alone on a winding road, below a hill of evergreen
A weathered home of long-lost tome, known by few and far between
Cerulean sky with clouds on high to set a silver lining scene
Out front a rosy jubilee to contrast garden brown and green
Out back a row of tulips show - an oil painting; pink and cream
To round a shed of rusty red, and a house of long forgotten dreams