The House in the Coconut Farm <br />By Ismim Putera <br /> <br />White in colour, that's my house, <br />With a red zinc roof, and some hidden mouse, <br />Can you see it? -It's in the middle of a coconut farm, <br />That's it! -the one and only house, in the coconut farm <br /> <br />A brown river flows on the opposite side, <br />To cross the river, there is a black wooden bridge, <br />Tall and slender lalang grass grows around the house from side to side, <br />Patches of greenish ferns and mosses can be seen from the bridge! <br /> <br />He stands alone against the wind and fire, <br />And defends against the rainy thunder with no fear. <br />He stands alone with pride- high and free, <br />Facing the sky and heaven, like the coconut tree <br /> <br />He resists the radiant, under the heated sun, <br />But freezes the air, under the gloomy moon. <br />Patches of silky webs grow on each and every corner, <br />Some even entraps tiny drops of tropical water <br /> <br />It took five years to build the house, <br />So that the six of us, can sleep happily under the house, <br />My childhood runs from one and every angle in this house <br />It also shielded us from ghosts and insects that dwells outside the house <br /> <br />Twenty years of loyalty and trust, <br />Till all the lead and iron pipes turn into rust, <br />That's my house, one and only in the coconut farm, <br />The one and only house-in the coconut farm!<br /><br />Ismim Putera<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-house-in-the-coconut-farm/
