Harold C. Schoessel
Purple House - Poem by Harold C. Schoessel
This is exactly what I wanted
So I just up and done a wish,
Colors react not as one with us,
So now that is the sum of this.
Blending red in blue, said hues accrue
To my true view when shadows are few,
Then shades shed from brightness move,
Sun's love for red comes lightly through.
Old trends bend to colorful combinations,
Red in blue then gold on true bright white,
Sending their own new soulful sensations,
Rendering a droll house to a home I like.
While some will make fun of this
Until the bright sun strikes it,
Others still are stunned by this,
But no one! rightly shuns it.
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