Suburban Paradise

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

The End

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