My Heart Can Understand
I do not wish to gather fame or fortune,
I am content with what each morning brings,
My place in life is small and not noteworthy,
I’m happiest among the quiet things.
The garden swing at twilight is my blessing,
The smell of roses and the song of birds…
The pines against the evening sky are patterned
In colors far too beautiful for words.
My house is warm with friends and filled with music,
A favorite book is always close at hand,
A cup of tea, an open fire…daydreaming…
These are the things my heart can understand.
Photo: Victorian Spring by Susan Tolle Mcclure - Allposters.com
3 comments:
Thanks for sharing this poem! A friend sent it to me years ago and just last week I was trying to remember where I placed it, and to tell the truth, just exactly which poem it was (my poor memory...). So thanks for the reminder! I loved your spoon idea below and I enjoyed your other home pictures, too... Blessings, Debra
I just found this again, in the file where I keep all kinds of favorite "stuff" (poems, cards, cartoon clippings, etc.).
Now this is my kind of poem. :)
joanna
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