COTTAGE SMALL
There was a small cottage with a fire place,
A large kitchen it’s window west did face,
A cosy livingroom with an oak panelled floor,
Wooden beams and a solid looking front door.
Upstairs was a dream of shining oak and pine,
Three rooms and a bath, I wished it was mine,
A landing with a closet set deep in a thick wall,
And a strange chest of draws very old and tall.
The garden was full of fruits trees and flowers,
Many vegetables and plenty of shady bowers,
A white picket fence with a small gate ajar,
The most lovely place I had seen by far.
Away from the city, nestled near a stream
That led to a small lake, a fisherman’s dream,
An artist delight and a poets heaven on earth,
A place to live with it’s beauty of great worth.
Then I awoke and it was just a wonderful dream,
I wonder if there is such a great place to be seen?
Now searching for it will be a pleasant delight,
Maybe not until heaven will it come into sight.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 2 September 2004