A COPPER KETTLE ON THE HOB
We have some friends who live a distance in the trees,
A lovely log home with a sound of the whispering breeze
And the twitter of birds and the lap of a nearby lake,
A wonderful place to visit and from worries have a break.
Inside is full of homemade things, embroidery on the wall,
With warm log beams inside and out standing strong and tall,
But on the open standing fireplace there’s a kettle sitting there,
Showing hospitality and a refuge home full of loving care.
In the cold of winter if someone perchance knocks on their door,
A warm herb tea or hot chocolate and maybe apple cider pour,
Ready and waiting to greet someone who maybe in need,
Always homemade cookies, willingly a stranger would feed.
The sounds of music and gentle laughter often sound so sweet,
It is a joy to enter and those wonderful people to happily meet,
The scene carries me far back to when I was so very small,
For we had a copper kettle on the hob incase someone would call.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 14 January 2006