The House That Sits Right Here

The House that Sits Right Here There is a house in Tennessee that sits on land so grand With rolling hills and daffodils and greenery all around Reason's I'd like to be there in a surrounding so serene Is the peace and quiet I will find in the soft, warm, gentle breeze A breeze that blows sweet honey suckle perfume into the air And tempts the child within my heart to pluck one resting there So I approach the vine carefully moving on quiet feet And with cautious fingers, one I pick and taste its necter oh so sweet In the distance I see the hawk that flies above so high His wing span spreading oh so wide as his red tail dots the sky And the sky is such an alluring blue that I have to squint my eyes With cotton clouds that drift along, over the hill's steep rise The dusk moves in gracefully as the sun sinks over the hill Turning the sky to a bright, orange glow as the shadows do creep in Within the light that lingers I spy approaching deer As they wander down to lick the salt I left there in the field Darkness has taken over with its bright stars up above Splendor of trillions splashed against a dark canvas sky Gives wonder for me to think of God's adoration for all How unconditionally, with great abundance He gives to each of us Well, the air is getting chilly and it is time to build a fire As we join hands go inside my heart fills with sweet desire With you beside me so alive, I know not any fear As we retire inside a house, the house that sits right here David Gary Pennington