The little wooden house
With the white picket fence
How I'd love such a place
To live and to grow.
Always constant, always stable
A place to cherish
And to build memories
A place to grow old.
The rusty bicycles
With balancing wheels
And The little blue car
Parked in the garage.
The tyre swing swaying
The bird bath twittering
The little frog pond
The sun-kissed garden.
With the tulips and roses
Spewing heavenly damasks
The emerald ivy creeping
Into the bedroom window.
The gnarled oak tree
Tapping on the attic
The leaves whispering comforts
At the dead of the night.
Berries ripe for picking
Larders eternally full
Bread, fresh butter
Homemade pickles and jams.
Adoring little hands
Hanging on to your finger
Comfort hugs
And loving caresses.
The little wooden house
An abode of memories.
Friday, July 4, 2008
A Little Wooden House
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9 comments:
go build yourself the house u half-civil engg;)
cute poem:D
You know, ultimately all we want is a little wooden house. I loved it honey. What I like best is, the emphasis on small details and lesser of directly emotive stuff, though I think the last verse could be a little more powerful. Do make rhymes! I just adore your rhymes! And do do do do write insatiably funny stuff, pretty pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeese :)
nice poem. U write really well dear. I feel nostalgic :)
@ all
thanks a ton everyone :)
Ditto with thinking-of-a-pen-name!
Nice li'l poem! :-) Feel like reading it again and again... :D
Loved this stanza (don't ask me why):
"Adoring little hands
Hanging on to your finger
Comfort hugs
And loving caresses."
fooootiful poem.... jus loved de sweet little details.... kinda turns u mushy in a gud way
nice poem...real cute.it sort of makes sense esp if ur a software engineer stuk upp in some shady metro like delhi..rrrgh...! :P
i always luuuuuuuuuuuuuuurv ur poems :)
Ah! Where would it be, my little wooden house? Your words paint an image one might have seen long ago, that of an English cottage somewhere deep in the countryside, with a wisp of smoke slowly twirling up through the chimney...
Beautiful poem..
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