The Stone Cottage
I saw the old stone cottage
A shell of all it used to be
Its gardens wild and overgrown
but that cottage spoke to me .
Here I'd get my independence
my family wouldn't be too far away
Sure I would have to put in the work
but that never killed anyone so people say.
So I bought that old stone cottage
Invested everything I had
Toiling for hours after work
My family thought I'd gone mad .
Sleeping in a two berth tent
Cooking on a small camp fire
Sometimes the work I'd done was not evident
Some days my body would tire .
Determination drove me onward
Restoration was my goal
If this dream was to come true
I must be prepared to pay the toll.
Six months turned to a year
Soon another 6 months passed
Then I stood back and admired
My work was done at last .
Golden roses round the front door
Purple clematis around the back
Every kind of herb and flower
I've really got the gardening knack.
Visitors I have many
Though its sometimes lonely being alone
Who knows what tomorrow may bring
Until then my stone cottage is my home.
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