A Little Bit of Land
A little bit of land is all I ask,
just a small place I can call my own,
where I can put down roots so deep, so deep
great-grandchildren still will call it home.
A lane of trees bringing birdsong and colored leaves,
a grape arbor, the roses beyond,
sweet lilacs holding in their arms,
the lawn.
Tulips and yellow daffodil,
spattered up and down cellar hill.
Sweet gurgling brook, fresh and cool,
the brush beyond sheltering grouse and sage,
and shy sweet deer.
A little valley, with a cabin home,
a bit of garden I can call my own.
I would not bruise the land or tear it apart,
but keep it blooming with a happy beating heart.
A little bit of land to call my own,
within its small confines, a loving home,
and fertile sod, that needs a gentle hand and God.
By Jennie Hutton Ekalaka, MT
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