There is an old woman
Who lives by the sea.
She is pleasant and kind
As nice as can be.
She lives in a small cottage
Made of stone and pine.
Trimmed white like the clouds.
Now scoured by time.
She has an old dog
And a fat lazy cat
Who lies on the porch
On a comfortable mat.
Her husband passed
In the fall of last year.
She still carries his picture
So, he'll always be near.
Their children are grown
And have all moved away.
Answering the call of the city.
Preferring its bustle and fray.
Her neighbors from town
Come by to visit a spell.
Check on her health
And to gossip as well.
She gets a small stipend
For which she relies
And takes in some laundry
And bakes a few pies.
She gathers wood for her fire
And water from the brook.
Vegetables from the garden
And on Sunday a chicken to cook.
Her children have begged her
To move into town.
But it's here she prefers
She replies with a frown.
"Though life is not easy
And can be a bit lonely for me
My heart and my soul are here.
My home by the sea."
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Stories and Poems Written from the Garden
PoetryA friend of mine suggested that instead of organizing what I write chronologically that I do so by topic. This book contains short stories and poems written from the garden.
