Cottage in the Knoll

Nestled yon’ in a wooded knoll
there sits a cottage home,
where I was pleased to settle down
no more to have to roam.

The winter blanket pure and white
lies softly on the ground,
while deer and rabbit run and play
and squirrels scurry ‘round.

The sun breaks the East horizon
blue sky erupts in light,
the whole world seems brand new again
gone is the grip of night.

A gurgling creek runs by o’er there
where fish and otter live,
the cool clear water flowing there
has pure sweet life to give.

Peaceful days are abundant here
upon this plot of land,
abundant life is mine to live,
sweet gifts from God’s own hand.

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