Tuck in woods and by a brook
Is where my perfect house sits
Base with light tan bricks
Layer of stones with strong roof overhead
Oaken door with look of magical quality
Open wide and step inside
Living room open and airy with hardwood floors
Modest bay windows used for time of reading
In winter nights fireplace warms the nights
On either side wall to wall
Books upon books line the shelves
Comfy couch and and chairs lie within
On top of soft big creamy cover rug
Off a kitchen fit for connoisseur
Enough cabinet space to store my gadgets
A window with light streams in
Make space nice to cook and eat
Titles line the kitchen floor
Easy to find the dropped food
Back into living room and off to side
A little study to hide and contemplate.
Its modest with window high above
A desk, chair and small sofa
With small shelves for book lie inside
Right next to entry door of study
Lies stairs which wind up in a spiral
Open floor plan up above
Leads to two bedroom and bathroom
Master bedroom holds half the space
While other bedroom a little less
Each floored with hardwood
With creative rugs of inspiration designs
Here too book shelves line a wall
Each room a window where shine throughout the day
Along with bathroom where
There is enough space to wash a dog
A sink and bath tub are there too
In the hallway on second floor
Little trap door to take down and see
A little nook to store and hide
What; more books is where some lie
A quiet home away from city
A place to think;
A place to relax and be creative
That is the perfect house for me
April 22th Prompt: Find a photo or quote to write about at Writing Prompts, or use this one from the site: What are your wildest dreams for your great-grandchildren (or anyone two generations from now)?
Used image from the writing prompt site.
The cows lay lazy in the house
Pulled with sleep
Wrapped around sheets
The cool air outside
The birds chirps
Sounding on trumpets
To welcome spring through open doors
Buds busting forth
Flowers unfurl their state flags
They begin to sing in rapturous chorus
Black music notes on bars come out
As they sway their petal arms in the air
I watch behind a window enthralled
At their beauty thinking only of when time comes
I will pluck them for a bouquet for my one true love
I have never been here or heard the name.
Is it a small town or something little bigger?
By its name it sounds like a boring place to be.
Its name sounds as place is on a plain
With cornfields and farms dotting around;
Or maybe there are no farms?
But empty plains of dust and short grasses.
I am tempted to research.
But this prompt says no.
So, this name is what I have to go by.
It sounds like an early town
From when Ohio first started.
I can see few quaint houses.
That might have been back then.
What else is to say; I do not know
When I am done with poem.
I will learn about this place I don’t know.
April 21st Prompt: Look at a map of Ohio and find a place in the state you have never been to. Write a poem about it, using only your imagination or what you’ve heard – no research.
Timing perfect for tan train
It was trimming minutes off schedule
It rolled in whistle rang loudly
Lumbering gait of passenger cars
In trim mint condition from money grant
Grind wheels to halt at main gate
I ran with a grin hoping to see
The man with his giant art collection
Set up his rig of art on large mat
To browse, to buy
But he, Martin did not appear
For in the air was smell of rain
April 20th Prompt: Write a poem using as many words within the word “immigrant” as you can find, such as in, grant, rant, grin, imam, I’m, aim, trim, migrant, train and tram.