Before Elm Tree Row

Wanting a home

The wind whispers her secrets along the moors,

A need for this place to share for many a more,

The wish of waking to this beautiful vale,

The only ship, that she wants to set sail,

A longing to see the placid river beneath her sight,

Cuddled with her lover in thick blankets through the night,

With trees that hold a history, with many a tale to tell,

She wishes to make memories that words could never sell.

A country cottage in the thick dark woods,

Where the crashing of branches caused heavy thuds,

From bright greens to dark oaker browns,

Away from any bustle in the cities and towns,

A lover to share the passion of greed,

To replenish the wanting of every girls dream,

A big fire that stokes enough for the world to its right,

Which lashes and crackles and keeps you warm during the night,

A porch, which bares a rocking chair to capture your dreams,

A place to think, a place were all becomes healed,

A place that is ours, our own love nest,

Where we could shine and bring out the best,

A wanting a need, a dream of my own,

To live in the country, to make it our home

By Jodie May 2006