A LITTLE HOUSE ON THE HILL

A LITTLE HOUSE ON THE HILL

It doesn't seem possible and it never will
that I live alone in a little house on the hill,
but it was peace I craved and that I found
walking around on this bit of ground
that I call HOME.

I'm not really alone most of the time,
I spend some spare hours writing rhyme.
I have my son's dog and a grandaughter's cat
to keep me company, now fancy that!
I call it HOME.

It's just a little house but there is always room
to have family and friends in and pretty soon
the flowers will blossom and birds will sing,
and I am here at home to welcome Spring!
Good to be HOME.

I've found contentment living here on the hill,
neighbors wave as I walk past and still
they would be there for me if I should call.
I enjoy the beauty and wonder of it all
here at HOME!

It doesn't seem possible that I've gotten old
when I watch as the sun sets, red and gold
reflected on the pond in the last bit of light,
I can gaze at the moon and stars at night
here at HOME.

I've planted flowers and an apple tree or two,
to add to the colors that I'll soon get to view.
Yes, I love my little house here on the hill,
next door to Heaven for me it is and will
always be HOME.

Countrymom
4/19/08