A PERFECT PLACE
We forded the river, it was very low,
Always that way before the first snow,
A path led through a thick forest of green,
Where active wildlife was often seen.
The smell of the moss and scent of the pine
Filled the air with a fragrance almost divine,
Protected we felt with tall strong trees each side,
A place of safety and beauty where we could hide.
Soon a large bright clearing came into our view,
And by a steam a large house built quite new,
A well laid out garden with food growing there,
With flowers as well scenting more the fresh air.
Close by through the trees a lake gleamed in the sun,
A perfect place to relax, fish and have lots of fun,
A boat tethered and a water slide down by the bay,
A wonderful place to spend a long summer’s day.
The house was a home of sweet grace and beauty,
From the fast stream it’s own supply of electricity,
Fresh fish when you need it from lake or stream,
A place of which natures lovers would often dream.
If you find this place please come and let me know
For there for a little while I would truly love to go,
I’d take the bird book, one about flowers and trees,
Listen to natures voices, smell the evening breeze.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 6 September 2004