Some live in lofty mansions,
made of brick or stone.
But if I had a choice
of any house to own,
give me the double gables,
sweeping broad and low,
the porch and vine-draped pergola
of the bungalow
Columns and brilliant fanlights
on grand estates look handsome.
Though I prefer stout porch piers
and the art-glass transom.
Chandeliers wrought with gold,
within fine buildings glow.
But hammered-copper lanterns
dress the bungalow
A fireplace of travertine
adorns palatial style,
the craftsman's cozy hearth
wears Batchelder tile.
Porticos and vaulted halls
to grandeur art bestow,
but the soul of art itself
is the bungalow
Written by Diane Rush


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