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
Pada tanggal Sab, 18 Sep 2021 19.48, keithgarrettpoetry menulis:
> Man of many thoughts posted: ” 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, ” >