The red gutters and the bright yellow panes
Bright blue water flowing when it rains
The green grass creeping over the lawn
Bright yellow sun peaking out at dawn
But what it’s really all about
Is when you turn it inside-out
The lonely darkness then revealed
With a cold blackness again sealed
My friend, are you not maybe so:
Outside all bright and cheery
Where green grass and blue streams flow.
But inside you’re just as weary
And do not actually grow
As this dark house so cold and earie
Nov 12, 2017
Nov 12, 2017 at 1:40 PM UTC
The red gutters and the bright yellow panes
Bright blue water flowing when it rains
The green grass creeping over the lawn
Bright yellow sun peaking out at dawn
But what it’s really all about
Is when you turn it inside-out
The lonely darkness then revealed
With a cold blackness again sealed
My friend, are you not maybe so:
Outside all bright and cheery
Where green grass and blue streams flow.
But inside you’re just as weary
And do not actually grow
As this dark house so cold and earie
This poem was written by my mother (anonymous Bell).
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