Poem - My White House

There was a road that seemed like an endless mile,

At the end of it was a house that would always bring about a smile.

A black gate that wasn't that high,

Once it opened you could just swing by.

A little passage ahead of it,

With a few guard dogs standing by protecting it.

For they'd jump as you move, before you move forward,

And to save yourself you'd have run to the right orchard.

There'd be love in the air with the breeze of peace,

And if you'd just lay there tensions you'd release.

To the left, a long lawn with flower beds on each side,

With its beauty lush and green in it you'd just subside.

The passage from the gate once crossed straight,

They'd be another big shutter so red and great.

With a handle on a side,

If you wanted to head inside.

But there's another door to its left,

Near it someone would always be sitting and doing what they did best.

A patio adjacent to the red shutter garage,

Where sometimes there'd be a car or sometimes just a mirage.

A smaller open patio just beside it would stand,

Where I'd put up my hammock and call it my own little land.

This however is just the first view,

There's more to see and more so to review.

Entering the front door,

into a small corridor.

With two arched walls to left,

You'd find your way to a big Hall where you'd rest,

The large round table with chairs eight.

Rarely was it full whenever we ate,

To its right was the kitchen.

From where you'd see mountains and hills and the rivers position.

Attached to it was a little pantry,

Where's you could find all the hidden candy.

A long flight of stairs connected at the end,

The top floor however was the place to comprehend.

Let's head back out to the place where you stopped to rest,

And through a small back door let me take you on another quest.

A verandah lays there with a few chairs and a handmade table,

And a view awaits beside it, so beautifully unbearable.

Lower yourself three steps down,

And another beautiful green big garden awaits which again will leave you astound.

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No more from here can I show you around

As this place has captured me and kept me bound.....