A SMALL HOUSE
Along the banks of a river, is home,
Apple trees and hills of grass live here.
A small house for a family of people,
Food on the table and a fire burning warm.
Sitting on the porch, a fiddle in hand I am,
A pipe to smoke is an evening kind of thing.
Horses are down for the night, children in our sight,
Nineteenth century life is quite a fight.
A small house is all we need to believe,
Hopes and dreams are seen as far as our eyes can see.
Keith Garrett
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I like this!
Thanks
You paint such a beautiful picture. 🙂
Thanks so much
On Sun, Sep 18, 2016 at 12:59 PM, keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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Play them fiddles
A very relaxing evening!
Thanks for reading
On Sun, Sep 18, 2016 at 1:20 PM, keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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Simplicity –
Thanks always
All we need for joy…and beautiful. Thank you.
Thanks so much
Very touching. I like that, to read your words and be moved by them.
Thanks for reading