This Time, This Time
—This Time, She’s Mine
Many times, many times,
Passed rows of houses—
Neat and pretty,
On manicured lots.
Bought and sold houses,
Houses just like them—
Just like the others,
On little square plots.
This time, this time,
This time it’s different—
It’s rural, it’s free from
“Thou shalt nots”.
This house, this house,
This house is different—
Voices of grandchildren’s
Laughter not whines.
Nature surrounds her,
Adorns her in glimmer—
Sun shimmers softly through
Little leaves and vines.
This house, this house,
This house is our home—
Dew glistens upon it,
Our jewel in the pines.
Birds tweet their love songs,
Winds gently roll by—
There is a rustle of leaves,
Where our spirts roam free.
The love and the laughter,
Sifts through our hearts—
Fills them with hope,
In our haven by the sea.
Come visit us anytime,
Anytime at all—
You’ll be welcomed with
His Holy word,
And a tall glass of iced tea.
You can’t pass this home
In a row filled with houses—
It’s rural, it’s free
From societal lines.
She can’t be missed,
She sparkles and shines—
This time, this time,
This time—
She’s mine.
About the Creator
Mary Catherine Watson
Mary Catherine Watson, a.k.a., M.C.V Watson is an Author, Artist and Teacher/Instructor. She has a deep love for God, family, nature and learning. She is a USN Veteran, and, is also an Honor Graduate having earned four separate degrees.
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