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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