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