Little House (Poetry)

Little house by the sea
little house by the sea
you are calling, calling
calling to me

Your quaint leaded windows
your welcoming door
the peace that you offer
I’ve not known before

I dream of your garden
its lush rolling lawn
the weather-washed path
all its stones smoothly worn

The high-grown green hedges
that wrap Eden round
and concentrate shadows
mapped close to the ground

I wander your orchard
I swing on the gate
my mind’s free of longing
my heart’s lost its ache

and my body’s slow-mending
though frail to the bone
while you glow like a vision
and draw me back home