Sweet Cottage Home
We trudge and trip
along the slick, stony path
Squishy moss covered rocks and roots
propel our wet sandaled feet forward.
Treacherous trail ends
in a sun washed clearing
Tall pines tower,
solemn totems, encircling
the idyllic patch of heaven
in the woods.
Warm, happy sunshine greets
our cold, damp sandals
now forgotten in
the glory of arrival!
The sweet, white cottage
with perfect blue shutters,
embracing the dusty, dirty
panes of glass,
like the warmth of my mother's arms.
Solid fir plank door
cheerful, red apple paint
waits with iron latch,
ready to welcome us in.
Again and again.....
years, decades, and generations
of Miller's welcomed back
to their sweet cottage home.
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