Raindrops fall on the thatched roof,
Sounding like beats of a drummer,
The clouds blanket the horizon,
As if hiding secrets within them,
The pines tower beside the edifice,
Standing like guards of honour.
A face watches from the windows,
Looking across the landscape,
Taking in all the colours and beauty,
Staring into the eyes of nature.
Happiness flows through the eyes,
And the furry tail wags in rhythm.
The house at the end of the street,
With a view of the mountains,
The one with the flowered parapet,
With red windows and a green roof,
The house I always painted as a kid,
The Perfect House with a dog's woof.
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