The House With Red

By Sophia Merine

The house with the red roof has
Grey skies that melt into blue;
Birds like ash that dance across the sky;
Green grass whose dew kisses my bare feet

The house with the red roof has
The rocking chair that guides me to dreamland;
Oak porches that scratch my rough feet;
Wind that whispers secrets of the sky in my ear

The house with the red roof has
The bright yellow sun that turns my skin gold;
The quilted blanket that holds me when they sky turns black;
Large diamonds in the sky that send light through my windows

The house with the red roof is my home

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