Friday, August 22, 2008

The house with many rooms.

One day in my dreams, I came to a house
A house that was nigh as high as a mouse

But as I approached, the house, it grew
Until I could walk in the door and right through

I walked inside, and all I saw
Was a very long and narrow hall

Along the walls were many a door
I found I had the need to explore

The first door I opened, was to my right
Opened to a room extremely bright

Colors and rainbows littered everywhere
I had to shield my eyes from the glare

The next door I came to was something new
Neat, tidy, and grey all the way through

Boring, but calm this dark room was
I sat there a while, just because

After resting a while, I left that dark room
back into the hallway, where doors still loomed

The next one I came to, as soon as I passed
I found that the room was entirely glass!

I didn't want anything in that room to break
So one look inside was all I could take

The room across from the glass so pretty
Made me laugh, and think the house was witty

For across the hall, the room I found
was made completely of goose down!

I walked down that long and narrow hall
exploring every room I saw

Cities and jungles, desert and sea
Such a long hall, rooms too many!

I walked and expored for hours that day
Wondering how long I would stay

But then I grew lonely, there was no other soul
and the hall was closing in on me, beckoning me to go

I could see no exit, I asked, how do I leave?
The room answered my question, 'just believe'

I closed my eyes, and held still as dead
Woke up in my room, covers over my head

I said "This is my room, and this is my house,
...and I'm not as tiny as a mouse!"

7 comments:

Tim said...

Very nice! I'd like to read more about this fascinating house! ^_^

Anonymous said...

Love it Erin! Your very talented, and I'm proud of you. Love you!

Erin Hood said...

Thanks, both of you :)

Tim said...

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~Jean Grey~ said...

Heeyyyy wait!
I know my comment is months too late,
But there is in your poem, a cliche
Something I agree with, nay!
In it you state: "Calm, boring, and dark"
Describing the room of "grey" with such remark
...To be so cruel to the word grey
This poem was great, but so too is my dismay!!!!!

Erin Hood said...

Aww I didn't even think about that. Good think your "real" last name isn't Grey, eh? ^_^

~Jean Grey~ said...

lol yeah, cause "Gray" is soooo much different... XP I live in a grey zone!!