The Stone Cottage

I saw the old stone cottage A shell of all it used to be Its gardens wild and overgrown but that cottage spoke to me . Here I'd get my independence my family wouldn't be too far away Sure I would have to put in the work but that never killed anyone so people say. So I bought that old stone cottage Invested everything I had Toiling for hours after work My family thought I'd gone mad . Sleeping in a two berth tent Cooking on a small camp fire Sometimes the work I'd done was not evident Some days my body would tire . Determination drove me onward Restoration was my goal If this dream was to come true I must be prepared to pay the toll. Six months turned to a year Soon another 6 months passed Then I stood back and admired My work was done at last . Golden roses round the front door Purple clematis around the back Every kind of herb and flower I've really got the gardening knack. Visitors I have many Though its sometimes lonely being alone Who knows what tomorrow may bring Until then my stone cottage is my home.