Renovating part of our house over the last three weeks has been revealing in so many ways. There has been a number of things from another era that we found or uncovered and I would love to share with you. So with that in mind I have a few posts lined up for the next few days.
But first I thought I'd share something a bit more recent, but that was mislaid and turned up in all the moving and shifting that is going on.
It's a poem that My Only Girl wrote last year when she was ten.
A Country Life.
May make-up be every girls priority,
But me I like the forestry,
Down the road and by the shed,
I delight in seeing it from my bed.
At night the moon it glistens far
beyond my room, beyond the farm.
It sees things that I cannot see,
like sleepy little bumble bees.
In summer I am happy to see
the trees are growing wild and free.
Unlike the ones in winter's crawl,
they're fresh and green and never fall.
By Me age 10.