A COUNTRY HOME
I would love an old home in the country,
Large enough for family and friends to stay.
With a nice garden and trees tall and stately,
A bright house that overlooks a sunny bay.

A home that is lots of fun in the spring time,
Watching birds nest in the flowering trees,
Planting out a garden, one that’s yours and mine.
Watching a lovely sunset in the evening breeze.

Going out to catch some fish, free dinner tonight,
Cooking them together, best basted in butter and flour,
Then at last the taste of fresh fish, a pure utter delight.
In the late evening, have a walk in the pale moonlight.

Be wafted to sleep by the mystic call of the loon
As he gracefully swims and dives, his food to find,
Peek out the window, see him silhouetted in the moon,
Oh, the sweet tranquil peace you will surely find.

In winter be snug with the fire burning bright,
See the pure snow fall and the bay turn white,
Leave the porch cleared and on with the light
To guide any wanderer to your home for the night.

M Ann Margetson © April 14, 2000