By Beatrice M. Hanson
When I was young
I had a dream
I’d buy a house
And keep it clean,
With shining window panes for light.
A sofa to relax at night.
Ruffled curtains gaily draped,
A Welcome Mat prominently placed.
Perhaps a puppy frisking by-
A snoozing cat with languid eyes.
Zinnias and marigolds,
And all the roses I could hold.
Alas! This dream did not materialize for me,
I own a houseboat near the sea!
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I’ve wondered with some mystification,
Why Mother Nature tosses out her
Lap full of seeds with such indiscretion.
Until I noticed with what splendor,
The earth rewords the lavish spender!
