{ON A JOURNEY WITH WDC AND ME.}

The house stands on the hill
The doors are in need of paint
And so does the window sill
But it stands all alone looking quaint

The view is just grand
From each corner
Where ever you stand
Fields over yonder
And the village with a church
steeple.

And to the right
What do I see
A little beach in front of me
With fishing boats on the shore
Getting ready cast nets and fish some more