In 1968 I met my future husband at his house. He was just a shadow in the doorway and yet he took my breath away. We went up on the roof to check out the evening stars and each other. I will never forget being up on the roof on a hot July night. Billions of stars above and a gentle breeze passing between us.
I sat on the roof last night and thought about our fight. My brain was pounding, and I don’t think I came to any real conclusions. I know this can’t last. When I was on the roof, I could see the light from your window. I knew then that I would only see that light from the top of my roof, from now on.
i think that a roof is something that covers ahouse, it protects from rain, snow, other stuff house tmr, papou, when i was little i wanted to play on the roof, the movie four christmases is good, reese witherspoon, broken roof lots of money patch job
if a roof falls and all the house cannot stand. but if one builds the roof with the proper tools and with patience and understanding there is no fear in the house. the roof is vital. and so i believe that the brain is the roof of the human body. not for its place which corresponds to a house, but for its necessity.
That night in Blacksburg really did change my life—There will always be sunrises and strangers, so there is always a reason to live. I will always remember.
The roof sparkled from the morning dew. He sat, blinking, wondering where he would be years from now. He couldn’t decide on a future. There was no one told him back, yet no one to inspire him. The shingles creaked under him as he walked across to the edge. He looked down the twelve foot drop hoping for a miracle.
Sitting up on the roof
Looking over this town where I have grown
Remembering the friends I have known
This town has seen me through the good and the bad
The happy times and sad
But I need to move on
And make new memories against a new sky
the roof had water on it. Not just tiny puddles, but flood water. It was falling softly on the grass, soaking the earth with new life. It was beautiful to watch and wonderful to feel. It was cool on my hands, and wet.
Fiddlers don’t have anything on me. I climb upon my roof to see the world that I cannot see from the ground. You see, I don’t see too much or too far since I’m only 4’11” on a tall day. Even when I can’t climb up, I’m on top of the world in my mind, closer to the stars from which I draw inspiration. Roofs – you shelter and provide a window to the skies. Blessings.
She sits on the roof top, barefeet swinging off the edge. Occasionally her tinkering silver ankle bracelet gets caught on the roughness of the red brick, faded by the years of wind, rain and sun. Leaning back, her shining brown hair falls just below her shoulders as she takes in the sun and remembers, all her life, this will be her favorite lookout upon her beautiful city, this rooftop brick jungle.
I don’t like the way the Southerners say “roof.” I like to say it as if it is something that goes over your head at night, when you sleep, when it rains, when it’s hot. They seem to think that a roof is a noise that a dog makes when, I suppose, it is happy, angry, frustrated, or anything else. I support architectural awareness, not PETA.
Dach.Ein Dach schützt bedeckt. Kein Regen, wohlige Wärme. Dächer, die in der Sonne glänzen. Es funkelt. Die Satdt lebt. Ein bauerndach, mit Stroh bedeckt. ganz bucklig steht es da.
Flachdächer, hohe Dächer. Katzen die auf Dächern miauen.
it keeps me dry. it also is the sound a dog makes. pretty cool word acutally. it’s foor backwards which doesnst mean anything at all except maybe the number 4. okay so about roof. it sounds kinda weird. i climbed on a roof once and it was hella fun. roof roof roof rooooooooooooof i wonder
the top of my house. the roof caved in but luckily there was no one there for it to fall on. the roof keeps me sheltered from the rain wind and crappy weather we have in spokane. we need a new roof at my school. it leaks into the gym. making the floor wet with rain and snow.
It is high to me. Low to a plane. Covers my world. Shelters my pain. It keeps the rain out but can heat up by the sun. The word is roof. It will protect you in the end.
there is a roof on my house, it had a hole in it but not as bad as my old house. we had scaffolding and everything. roofs aren’t to much fun except when straw, and in the rain.
It covers me, but it’s an unhappy one. Can I switch roofs? May I come to yours? There’s discord under here and I can’t take it. I can’t leave now, I need your security. I can’t stay either, so this is a problem. I’m left without a place to take refuge. I’m scared of being alone.
Above my head just under the roof, there is scritching and scratching. The tiny claws of a persistent squirrel continue to serenade me morning, noon and night, in spite of
roof. i like a roof over my head. comfort. security. protection from the elements that would surely kill me otherwise. when i get older, i don’t care if i make a lot of money, as long as i have food to eat, clothes to wear, and a roof over my head.
I sat atop a roof one night
A breeze calm chilling
Brought me in towards the light
A light atop a stairwell I
Shouldn’t be on
However,
Child of no boundary
I rarely stopped for a sign
Security
Perhaps?
A boy knows how to run
I like roofs. One time a roof fell on my head. I thought I would die so I ran away from that roof and found another roof to be under. The next roof I was under was an evil and ugly roof that hated me and hated my friends. It was the type of roof that if I did not treat it well cried often and made other friends.
The fiddler cried, his tears rolling off the end of the fiddle like some glass bead. He sniffled, rubbing his frozen nose against his coat sleeve, all ragged with tender years. It was said to be the worst winter of the century, and there he was, sitting on the roof like some frozen statue, crying to the moon as if he were some new breed of wolf.
A roof on my head. A thinking cap. My life as a student, daughter (a filial one) and a coming-of-age woman! I see the world as a house, with no roof, since one can just travel to the sky (as long as he or she has a rocket). And, to me, the earth is God’s playhouse.
I have bats in the attic. So, to keep them out, we re-shingled the roof. Except they still got it. So, then we tried putting steel wool in the roof. But that didn’t work either. So, we are at a loss with what to do.
She spent most of her summers on the rooftops. Townhouses, one roof, they all connected. It was too humid in her semi-air conditioned house. She’d rather take the humid wind with its sprinkling of salt from the ocean about five miles away.
On the roof of the world, I could see you heart shining, a star above all, calling to me.
I ignored it for I knew the light was only there as a decoy, to sink ships so you could pillage their content.
quickly I covered the roof with a tarp to stop the rain from coming in. I’d only been in England for three days and the rain had not eased up. So much for the cottage gardens and long walks I had invisioned. Still a smile adorned my face,
on the roof is where the sun beats down and pummels the earthly clay. red tiles of scales flow down up and down like a rollercoaster rocketing through the air. Roofs are the worst thing to happen when it’s hot outside. I wish it wasn’t so hot on the roof.
the cat sat on the roof and cried and cried. i laughed at it, thinking what a foolish animal it was. then i thought about it and realized we were all foolish animals.
Das Dach war rot und er stand darauf. alllein. Niemand bei ihm und er dachte nach, ein letztes mal, ob er es wirklich tun sollte. Springen, ins nichts, in den Tod. Dem Ende entgegen´. Das wars.
In 1968 I met my future husband at his house. He was just a shadow in the doorway and yet he took my breath away. We went up on the roof to check out the evening stars and each other. I will never forget being up on the roof on a hot July night. Billions of stars above and a gentle breeze passing between us.
I sat on the roof last night and thought about our fight. My brain was pounding, and I don’t think I came to any real conclusions. I know this can’t last. When I was on the roof, I could see the light from your window. I knew then that I would only see that light from the top of my roof, from now on.
i think that a roof is something that covers ahouse, it protects from rain, snow, other stuff house tmr, papou, when i was little i wanted to play on the roof, the movie four christmases is good, reese witherspoon, broken roof lots of money patch job
if a roof falls and all the house cannot stand. but if one builds the roof with the proper tools and with patience and understanding there is no fear in the house. the roof is vital. and so i believe that the brain is the roof of the human body. not for its place which corresponds to a house, but for its necessity.
That night in Blacksburg really did change my life—There will always be sunrises and strangers, so there is always a reason to live. I will always remember.
The roof sparkled from the morning dew. He sat, blinking, wondering where he would be years from now. He couldn’t decide on a future. There was no one told him back, yet no one to inspire him. The shingles creaked under him as he walked across to the edge. He looked down the twelve foot drop hoping for a miracle.
Sitting up on the roof
Looking over this town where I have grown
Remembering the friends I have known
This town has seen me through the good and the bad
The happy times and sad
But I need to move on
And make new memories against a new sky
The tapping was unceasing. The rain pattered on the roof of the tiny shack.
That was why they did not hear the other Things tapping on the roof.
the roof had water on it. Not just tiny puddles, but flood water. It was falling softly on the grass, soaking the earth with new life. It was beautiful to watch and wonderful to feel. It was cool on my hands, and wet.
grammar.
Fiddlers don’t have anything on me. I climb upon my roof to see the world that I cannot see from the ground. You see, I don’t see too much or too far since I’m only 4’11” on a tall day. Even when I can’t climb up, I’m on top of the world in my mind, closer to the stars from which I draw inspiration. Roofs – you shelter and provide a window to the skies. Blessings.
She sits on the roof top, barefeet swinging off the edge. Occasionally her tinkering silver ankle bracelet gets caught on the roughness of the red brick, faded by the years of wind, rain and sun. Leaning back, her shining brown hair falls just below her shoulders as she takes in the sun and remembers, all her life, this will be her favorite lookout upon her beautiful city, this rooftop brick jungle.
I don’t like the way the Southerners say “roof.” I like to say it as if it is something that goes over your head at night, when you sleep, when it rains, when it’s hot. They seem to think that a roof is a noise that a dog makes when, I suppose, it is happy, angry, frustrated, or anything else. I support architectural awareness, not PETA.
Dach.Ein Dach schützt bedeckt. Kein Regen, wohlige Wärme. Dächer, die in der Sonne glänzen. Es funkelt. Die Satdt lebt. Ein bauerndach, mit Stroh bedeckt. ganz bucklig steht es da.
Flachdächer, hohe Dächer. Katzen die auf Dächern miauen.
it keeps me dry. it also is the sound a dog makes. pretty cool word acutally. it’s foor backwards which doesnst mean anything at all except maybe the number 4. okay so about roof. it sounds kinda weird. i climbed on a roof once and it was hella fun. roof roof roof rooooooooooooof i wonder
the top of my house. the roof caved in but luckily there was no one there for it to fall on. the roof keeps me sheltered from the rain wind and crappy weather we have in spokane. we need a new roof at my school. it leaks into the gym. making the floor wet with rain and snow.
It is high to me. Low to a plane. Covers my world. Shelters my pain. It keeps the rain out but can heat up by the sun. The word is roof. It will protect you in the end.
above you.. keeps the rain from landing on you. on top of a building. keeps you dry if it don’t have a whole in it. 4 letters. two volews.
My roof is made of tin.
the roof over my head isnt mine. i want a roof. a permanate roof. not a diffrent one every other week.
there is a roof on my house, it had a hole in it but not as bad as my old house. we had scaffolding and everything. roofs aren’t to much fun except when straw, and in the rain.
It covers me, but it’s an unhappy one. Can I switch roofs? May I come to yours? There’s discord under here and I can’t take it. I can’t leave now, I need your security. I can’t stay either, so this is a problem. I’m left without a place to take refuge. I’m scared of being alone.
Above my head just under the roof, there is scritching and scratching. The tiny claws of a persistent squirrel continue to serenade me morning, noon and night, in spite of
roof. i like a roof over my head. comfort. security. protection from the elements that would surely kill me otherwise. when i get older, i don’t care if i make a lot of money, as long as i have food to eat, clothes to wear, and a roof over my head.
The roof is on fire was played by the DJ
The roof had a chimney that puffed out billowing smoke
The roof caps the building to shelter it from outside elements
The roof is the ceiling of things that you can tolerate
The roof of my mouth
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I sat atop a roof one night
A breeze calm chilling
Brought me in towards the light
A light atop a stairwell I
Shouldn’t be on
However,
Child of no boundary
I rarely stopped for a sign
Security
Perhaps?
A boy knows how to run
I like roofs. One time a roof fell on my head. I thought I would die so I ran away from that roof and found another roof to be under. The next roof I was under was an evil and ugly roof that hated me and hated my friends. It was the type of roof that if I did not treat it well cried often and made other friends.
The fiddler cried, his tears rolling off the end of the fiddle like some glass bead. He sniffled, rubbing his frozen nose against his coat sleeve, all ragged with tender years. It was said to be the worst winter of the century, and there he was, sitting on the roof like some frozen statue, crying to the moon as if he were some new breed of wolf.
I would like to see the video
A roof on my head. A thinking cap. My life as a student, daughter (a filial one) and a coming-of-age woman! I see the world as a house, with no roof, since one can just travel to the sky (as long as he or she has a rocket). And, to me, the earth is God’s playhouse.
I have bats in the attic. So, to keep them out, we re-shingled the roof. Except they still got it. So, then we tried putting steel wool in the roof. But that didn’t work either. So, we are at a loss with what to do.
She spent most of her summers on the rooftops. Townhouses, one roof, they all connected. It was too humid in her semi-air conditioned house. She’d rather take the humid wind with its sprinkling of salt from the ocean about five miles away.
On the roof of the world, I could see you heart shining, a star above all, calling to me.
I ignored it for I knew the light was only there as a decoy, to sink ships so you could pillage their content.
quickly I covered the roof with a tarp to stop the rain from coming in. I’d only been in England for three days and the rain had not eased up. So much for the cottage gardens and long walks I had invisioned. Still a smile adorned my face,
Rain beats down creating a timpani of sounds across the roof.
This is the drum line that nature intended, but only man could provide. had we not invented housing, this glorious sound would not exist.
I enjoy my rains more and more.
on the roof is where the sun beats down and pummels the earthly clay. red tiles of scales flow down up and down like a rollercoaster rocketing through the air. Roofs are the worst thing to happen when it’s hot outside. I wish it wasn’t so hot on the roof.
i just read about a cat on a roof. it was a sweet story yet kind of sad. am i too a dumb animal?
the cat sat on the roof and cried and cried. i laughed at it, thinking what a foolish animal it was. then i thought about it and realized we were all foolish animals.
Das Dach war rot und er stand darauf. alllein. Niemand bei ihm und er dachte nach, ein letztes mal, ob er es wirklich tun sollte. Springen, ins nichts, in den Tod. Dem Ende entgegen´. Das wars.