LIKE A PERFECT DREAM
Nestled in a nook by a gurgling stream
Was a small cottage, like a perfect dream,
Windows sparkling red in the dying sun,
At one glace my heart it had won.
It had a big garden full of fruit trees,
With many flowers blowing in the breeze,
Rows of vegetables and herbs as well,
A perfect place for anyone to want to dwell.
A short picket fence painted pure white,
A wooden door with a knocker shining bright
Made of brass and polished very hard,
Even a scarecrow was standing in the yard.
Smoke wafted upward slowly to the sky,
I smelt fresh baked bread as I walked by,
A piano was playing, softly carried on the air,
It sounded like a grateful prayer.
I wanted to take a quick peek inside,
My curiosity I really could not hide,
I opened the gate wondering what to do,
‘Come in’ said a voice ‘don’t I know you?’
The door opened into a room warm and bright,
The fire and oil lamps the only light,
The other room had a table with a place for me,
Laden with many foods of a new kind of variety.
‘Few there are who find us’ the woman said,
Dressed in a long dress and a bonnet on her head,
With eyes of dazzling blue and an angelic smile.
I ate and stayed there many a long while,
I will tell you how to get there one special day,
When you come and visit and awhile stay,
It’s past a small waterfall leading to a stream,
By a nook there’s the cottage like a perfect dream.

(Millicent) Ann Margetson October 2, 2003