My Dream House

My dream house no longer a mega mansion it needs to be with ceilings so high in them clouds can be seen No more acres of gardens with streams and ponds and fountains galore no more glorious stories stacked to heaven floor by floor Gold leaf decadence covering ceilings and trim fifty bedrooms with en suites adjoining them Kitchens massive and elaborate just for show for a cooking kitchen behind each where meals would flow Dinning halls and sitting areas a theater or two elevators near every grand stairway never wear out a shoe Rooms named for directions such as the east parlor rooms so large to communicate it echos as you holler Library with rare wood paneling three stories high filled with rare books and manuscripts stack to the sky Powder rooms and rest areas here and there with hallways and galleries filled with art to stare Porches and balconies terraces verandas all grandeur outside is the inside all in gorgeous splendor A stately foyer as big as a house laundry rooms and craft rooms and a cat to catch a mouse These are just a few things my dream house once used to be but now that I am much older I get more practical with need For now my dream house just needs to be cozy and clean with a quiet area to write a poem or two for a feeling serene.