A Free Spirit

I wish I had owned my own little house

I'd settle there as quiet as a mouse,

I would cook and clean, get in a tizzy

Wash dirty crocks and keep myself busy,

Enjoy doing the washing and the chores

Sweeping the carpet and scrubbing the floors,

I'd polish the hearth with a little spit

Keep the cat on the mat and fire well lit,

My bedsheets would all be crispy and white

Keeping me comfy throughout the long night,

A handsome husband laying at my side

There in that humble house we'd reside.

But, I'm a nomad, free spirit by birth

A vagrant, a hobo, walking God's earth,

Though a bed of straw or a field of hay

Is excellent on a warm summer day,

Hedges and fields provide my daily fill

Crystal clear streams where I drink and I swill,

The sky is my ceiling, the moon my light

Owls and bats my companions at night,

Then come the winter, warm barns are my home

As over those snow - covered fields I roam,

Sharing my warm bed with a little field mouse

Oh, I wish I had my own little house!