I love the peace of eventide
After the hustle of the day.
I love to hear the laughter of children
When they happily play.
I love the warmth of a fire
Burning sweet scented wood.
I love a family gathering
With food, simple and good.
I love the smell of flowers
That on the earth do grow.
I love to hear the bird song
When on a walk I go.
Ann Margetson
November 1994
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