As I opened the screen
To read the poem,
A wondrous site came to my eyes.
A painting of such wonder
That I gasped out loud.
It was just a house,
A tudor house in a street,
But the art that stood before me
Took me there.
I was there,
Back in time,
Transported there by paint,
Paint on canvas.
The door to the house was open,
So in I stepped,
And wrote these words.