Spinning wheel sits idle in the corner
While musing I pull my shawl to get warmer
Sleepily near dreamlands land of wonder
Memories of love left to ponder.
Familiar scent of dampened wool
Brings back visions of carding still
Washing fleece continually
Even while babies on my knee.
Fires glow on cobblestone floor
Brings thoughts of you and so much more
Building cabin of our dreams
From loves visions we would glean
Everything was made by hand
From top to bottom from the land
Even cradle sitting here
Bring such cherished moments dear.
Moon shining through old pane
Call me back to old refrain
"Give me a nest
Here in the west"
Forever days with you!
Author notes
Thoughts of a cabin with the description in mind before me...
A contest entry
- Wool sweater and an old chair. by Freswinn.
700 points, ended October 25, 2008, 18 entries
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Wonderful
Very creative and so well expressed. A terrific write. Best of luck in the contest.
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This is absolutely stunning!!! The rhyme and flow is really good, and it just seems like a truly amazing place to be. I felt like I was there when reading this
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Sounds likea bautiful place to be both physicaly and in mind. Wonderful job of writting. Very poetic.
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What a description...how stunning. You did a beautiful piece here, and utterly beautiful piece.
Wow! I loved it!
Smile♫
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A lovely poem
I remember those days washing for my babies and holding them on my knees
where does the time go
best wishes
Julie
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