Dream Home

DREAM HOME Our home will be of stone from the mountain And wood from forest cedars, hand hewn, With a fireplace large against winter’s domain, And a concertina in the evening playing a tune. An acre of soil I’ll clear with my strong hand, For the turned earth will feed us well; And in our small boat we’ll cross our river and Follow its flow to the sea waves and swell. As the sunlight sifts down through the trees Brushing them all with dust of gold, We will be caressed by a soft breeze Which the garden will welcome to its fold. Just listen - as the clock measures and chimes Our delighted years of prosperity golden ! This home will stand for the length of our lifetimes, For the lives of our children - and then for their children. . . . . . .. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . NOTE Inspired by a beautiful folk song from Canada called “Perhaps in a Shadow”