A LETTER TO THOSE BACK HOME
Hello all, it’s Meg, the only one with time to write,
You should see the trees fall as we clear our site,
It’s a shame they have to go they are lovely to see,
But we need shelter before the snow flies free.
We were pulling out the roots, I was helping too,
Everyone has to work even mom with baby due.
We all pull together as the men levered the root
But one man with a mallet missed and hit my foot.
So now I do sit down things until I heal quite well,
I have painted the side of the tent with pictures of the dell
Where we used to pick the flowers by the water wheel,
Now others are doing it everywhere looks better I feel.
I can shuffle to a soft place where the soil is rich,
Quite near a waterfall and a deep fast running ditch.
I took some of the vegetables to plant, see if they grow,
Then I saw others doing it as well, soon a lovely show.
Soon the home will start growing, the earth is rolled flat,
Do you know I have almost tamed the cutest wild cat,
He caught the rabbit the other day gave it to us to share,
The hardest thing I won’t walk again but I won’t despair.
I try and start something pretty make this spot a better place,
Add more to the great beauty that each day we all face,
The children involved in this should ameliorate all around,
And when you come to join us it will be the best to be found
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 16 February 2005