Village by the Sea

Come take a walk with me

To a village by the sea

walk down a country lane

Where past beauties still remain

Rows of cottages with roofs of thatch

A picture that is hard to match

Roses growing everywhere

Scents of flowers fill the air

An old church from centuries past

Enduring the years, built to last

The grounds tended with loving care

Splashes of colours everywhere

An old man smiles with pride

He invites us to see inside

His little home where he was born

The fireplace was cozy and oh so warm

A cup of tea he said we need

and we enjoyed it yes indeed

His china cups handled tenderly

Specially kept for folks like we

He said not many friends come my way

Especially folks from far away

He served us cookies with tea so hot

Lovingly poured from an old tea pot

Memories flooded in my mind

A place like like this is hard to find

I thought of days so long gone by

I felt as though I might just cry

For in this village I`d been before

Though years have passed by the score

As a child it was heaven to me

This little village by the sea.

Written Sept.19, 1997 © By Hilda

Dedicated to Kirby in Furness, Lancs., England My aunt took me there each summer as a child Some of my happiest childhood memories