Crooked Cottage
Walking along the lanes on a hot summers day
I was entranced by a rather crooked cottage
the mullion windows gave a view to the bay
clickity clack went the wheels of the carriage
Curious I wandered over, pausing to read the sign
It said it was for sale I wrote down the details
the agent arranged a viewing, impressed I under-sign
now mine I settle in enjoying the light from the fantails
Speckled and dappled seemingly infused with other worldliness
doors loose in their frames and window panes that rattled
walls that sagged and bugled time marking them with cruelness
yet with a quaint charm of its own even though the floors buckled
With a happy sigh I watched the yachts skim and skip the waves
toddlers happily splashing in the shallows parents watching
carriages carrying the rich and fashionably dressed knaves
whilst high born men and ladies chatted under the awning
In that moment I knew that no matter what here I'd stay
quite won over by the way the crooked cottage caressed
feeling a warmth of welcome radiating and enfolding this stray
at last the wayfarer could hang her hat, over now her quest
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