My house will stand on the side of a hill,
By a slow, broad river deep and still,
With a tall lone pine on guard
nearby,
Where the birds can sing and
the storm winds cry.
A flagstone walk with lazy curves,
Will
lead to the door where a Pan’s head serves
As a knocker there like a vibrant
drum
To let me know that a friend
has come;
And the door will squeak as
I swing it wide
To welcome you to the
cheer inside
Vagabond House –
Don Blanding |