The Evening Visitor

I’m glad that you did not forget the date, My friend. Pull shut the wooden garden gate And walk along the pathway paved with slate Up to the house now, it is getting late. I lit a crackling fire in the grate And ladled steaming soup in every plate. It was a long day; please excuse the state Of house and kitchen. But at any rate You’re here! The dog is dozing in his crate. My son's asleep; today he learned to skate. Outside remain all worry, stress and hate; We’re inside, warm and loved, and thank our fate. August 22, 2016 For contest Monorhyme Mania Sponsored by John Hamilton 5th place