Old quiet folk who love to sit
By peaceful doorways cool and still
Enjoying the sweet breath of it.
The shady street, the neighbours near,
The sound of children at their play,
A mother puttering 'round the house
At the still even of the day.
How good it feels to sit and watch
Small happenings along the street,
A game of ball, a little fight,
A spotted dog with flying feet,
Two women talking by the fence,
With happy laughter now and then,
Turning to fling some tender taunt
Acros the garden to their men.
Kings may have crowns to weight their hearts,
For mine a cottage grey and old,
A woman glad of motherhood,
A sleepy child in arms to hold;
A homely homely look about it all,
A sort of gentleness and grace,
A love that sanctifies and makes
A HOME of this old-fashioned place.
~ by Edna Jaques from her book "My Kitchen Window"
By peaceful doorways cool and still
Enjoying the sweet breath of it.
The shady street, the neighbours near,
The sound of children at their play,
A mother puttering 'round the house
At the still even of the day.
How good it feels to sit and watch
Small happenings along the street,
A game of ball, a little fight,
A spotted dog with flying feet,
Two women talking by the fence,
With happy laughter now and then,
Turning to fling some tender taunt
Acros the garden to their men.
Kings may have crowns to weight their hearts,
For mine a cottage grey and old,
A woman glad of motherhood,
A sleepy child in arms to hold;
A homely homely look about it all,
A sort of gentleness and grace,
A love that sanctifies and makes
A HOME of this old-fashioned place.
~ by Edna Jaques from her book "My Kitchen Window"
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