Gran's Place

Gracious old stone homes, lofty rooms full of nooks and crannies Snoe-white linen and antimacassars embroidered by our grannies Cool wide verandahs, wrought-iron lacework draped with wisteria Old fashioned cooking smells wafting from the kitchen, the hub of the interior A grandfather clock ticking in the hall Horses hooves on cobblestones, at each house they used to call Sweetly perfumed gardens, fruit trees, shrubs, and fragrant flowers Winding paths that lead to nowhere and a swing to while away the hours Old stone laundry where the weekly wash was done Spotless clothes and billowing sheets bleached by the summer sun Sounds of a piano, or a wireless Children playing in a nearby lane, seemingly tireless Neighbours in their gardens, chatting over the fence Everything in Grandma's day had an air of innocence I feel so nostalgic now in this age of technology If I could have a choice, I know where I should love to be In a gracious old stone home With rooms full of nooks and crannies Cool wide verandahs and fragrant garden, Exactly like my Grannies