DREAM HOME
I would like to build a home by a gurgling stream,
Near the edge of a wood where sunbeams gleam
Between the branches of the mighty trees,
And all year round you feel the gentle breeze.

It will be near where the stream runs into the lake,
The quiet lapping waves loving harmony make
With the rustle of the trees, the gurgling sound
Close by too, also the songs of birds will be heard.

Nature’s music would wake us early every morning,
Then arise to be in time for the new day dawning,
The dream home would be all cozy, but not too small,
For there would have to be room for the families to call.

There’d have to be a garden where good things grow,
See the ripening fruit and vegetables row upon row.
Have a flowering shade tree amidst flowers and lawn,
A place to sit and dream in comfortable chairs, all worn.

Then we thought of winter when the cold snow piles high,
And the wind cuts hard and keen, nothing passes you by,
Though the log fire is warm and bright, good food everywhere,
No one knocks at your door, the lovely things for you to share.

No place near civilization could we ever build our dream place,
But we can dream about it and it will put a smile upon our face,
So we will stay near family, church, temple and each good friend,
Maybe, if to heaven we ever make it, we’ll have one in the end.

(Millicent) Ann Margetson July 10, 2002