MY LITTLE COTTAGE HOME

Welcome to my country cottage home
Step onto the stepping-stones
Within my life and gaze upon my flower beds
Full of day lilies bowing their orange and yellow heads
Meander with me round the lilac bushes
Where scents of lavender float thru the air
The old tree stump still lives. Trimmed out as a hedge now
Holding a private birds bath nicely there.
And over yonder another towering tree stump.
No life left in it except the wedge wood painted
Birdhouse towering atop its seven-foot trunk
Now sanctuary to a family of sparrows,
Stopping to ponder upon the flowerbeds
Where resting lilies now raise their heads.
Bright pink coneflowers, bee balm and butterfly weeds
Where an orange butterfly stops to rest its weary wings.
Passing by the arbor you will find the harbor
For freshly planted clematis Just starting to climb up on the lattice
Up the stairs we go now. To our porch like deck
Green treated and sealed with water sealant to protect its wood from
rotting.
Thirty some pots sit all about. It's a glorious sight without a doubt.
Like walking into a green house in full bloom.
Only you're really in my outdoor floral room.
Here rainbows of moss rose grow in blue flowered metal teapots.
Hot pink impatiens and white double-headed begonias thrive in old
Plastic containers with spikes and climbing ivy trailing over the tops
And purple pansies in a rustic old gray metal basket.
A gliding bench for two lovers to share And a black cast iron table with
chairs.
The finch feeder hanging in the tree with yellow finches are eating.
But I always call them yellow canaries.
Bird haven are my two-maple trees
With a coconut house and acorn one too along with
That old bird feeder they made into a nest.
What fun watching them gather grass to build a place for them to rest.
You'll hear the sweet melodies of the birds singing and chirping their
songs.
And the water falling from my old whisky barrel patio pond
And watch the gold fish swim around.
I could stay here forever. Where I know I belong.
Harbored in this flowery sanctuary.
Where I stroll around each day along my stepping stone path in life.

Eva Marie Ann Dunlap
© 2002
6-27-02

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