My house is doomed, I must assume,
Because of what is planned —
The Commission’s coming ruling:
Where my red roof will be banned.
No more white, and no more red,
The Law will soon be passed.
My house won’t match the coming Code
Where my choice of paint is last.
The Aesthetic Rule to soon appear
Will change the color schemes.
It’s bad enough that I’m on a hill,
Without killing all my dreams.
I like my white house, and red roof,
And I like the view below.
The different colors all blend in
And some don’t barely show.
But pass a rule where paint’s a tool,
To make homes look alike;
Will cause a heap of trouble —
And I hope they see the light!
H. Emmett Finch