Friday, November 22, 2013

The Wrong House

The Wrong House

I went into a house, and it wasn't a house,
It has big steps and a great big hall;
But it hasn't got a garden,
A garden,
A garden,
It isn't like a house at all.

I went into a house, and it wasn't a house,
It has a big garden and great high wall;
But it hasn't got a may-tree,
A may-tree,
A may-tree,
It isn't like a house at all.

I went into a house, and it wasn't a house -
Slow white petals from the may-tree fall;
But it hasn't got a blackbird,
A blackbird,
A blackbird,
It isn't like a house at all.

I went into a house, and I thought it was a house,
I could hear from the may-tree the blackbird call…
But nobody listened to it,
Nobody
Liked it,
Nobody wanted it at all.


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Photo by me
Poem by A. A. Milne


3 comments:

girl6 said...

this is eeyore's house.

Jay's Shadow said...

Great pic. I want to live there. Looks nice and secluded.

bean said...

It's not too far from us. And, yes, I'd like to live there too. :)

I love this poem so much - I'm obsessed with haunted houses.

girl6, Eeyore always made me cry when I was a little girl. I wanted to hug that sad, sweet baby.