The Homeplace

Here further down the hillside slope Down close to the creek with hope My husband bought a house, land Fenced in and made many plans Subdued the land to cow pasture And planted a garden, fruit trees sure Fathered another child to call him sir The creek seemed to like the stir Enjoyed the children for a little while___ Loved them so that it made her smile Today she loves grandchildren the same No girls there are in frills ___tame The creek keeps on flowing to the sea The land is mostly stripped of trees (This is my adaptation of Robert Frost's poem "The Birthplace". I hope that it does not insult his work.)