Deep in the ridges there is a house,

a house so blue and high

the top of it near hits the sky.

I almost think that it might reach

people loved now gone.

In the house there is a couch,

a couch so deep and green

sitting down I may never get up again.

The springs inside so old it creaks

without a move from me, alone.

Beside the couch there is a lamp,

a lamp shining so bright and gold

enough to read all night and mold

my thoughts into a misty mountain.


This poem is inspired by the song Blue Ridge Mountains by Fleet Foxes chosen by me for the music challenge last week. You can check out Dylan Hughes work inspired by the songĀ here.

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