This house is a very, very, very old house.
With spruce trees in the yard.
Moss chinking ‘tween the logs,
Now everything is sinking in the ground.
With spruce trees in the yard.
Moss chinking ‘tween the logs,
Now everything is sinking in the ground.
This house is a very, very, very old house.
Its corners still fit fine,
Its door once opened wide,
Now everything is twisted with old age.
This house is a very, very, very old house,
It rests along the shore,
Never ever used anymore,
Now everything is mem’ries of its day.
It rests along the shore,
Never ever used anymore,
Now everything is mem’ries of its day.
Dear Gullible,
ReplyDeleteI found your blog and am quite impressed. Your photographs are stunning.
It's fun to read an outsider's impression of the Cove.
Diana C.