on getting older..and enjoying my life -.at HOME! |
A LITTLE HOUSE ON THE HILL It doesn't seem possible and it never will that I live alone in a little house on the hill, but it was peace I craved and that I found walking around on this bit of ground that I call HOME. I'm not really alone most of the time, I spend some spare hours writing rhyme. I have my son's dog and a grandaughter's cat to keep me company, now fancy that! I call it HOME. It's just a little house but there is always room to have family and friends in and pretty soon the flowers will blossom and birds will sing, and I am here at home to welcome Spring! Good to be HOME. I've found contentment living here on the hill, neighbors wave as I walk past and still they would be there for me if I should call. I enjoy the beauty and wonder of it all here at HOME! It doesn't seem possible that I've gotten old when I watch as the sun sets, red and gold reflected on the pond in the last bit of light, I can gaze at the moon and stars at night here at HOME. I've planted flowers and an apple tree or two, to add to the colors that I'll soon get to view. Yes, I love my little house here on the hill, next door to Heaven for me it is and will always be HOME. Countrymom 4/19/08 |