Novel Days and Nights
The house amid the spruces and pines,
Had stood for several decades.
Many a story was told and written,
Experiences both pleasurable and difficult.
There were weather worn benches,
Where the seniors would sit and weave their stories.
Many miracles and blessings were experienced,
Generations thankful to be here.
Each summer they were luncheons and socials,
Blessed by the sunny and warm weather.
Gazebos where you could sit and have conversations,
With a good neighbour and companion.
Bazaars with delicious cooking and baking,
Treasures purchased inexpensively.
Many a romance came and went,
Sometimes the man and woman actually married.
The house read like an excellent novel,
Blessings from God and thankful to be.
Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz
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