Perhaps you'd call it plain
this simple house I live
nothing fancy to the eye
with plenty of love to give
I'm sure you wouldn't notice
the memories tucked inside
of so many happy years
with my family by myside
You might not notice the flowers
in my yard nestled away
or the pretty, little birds singing
that cheerfully make my day
Oh if you could only see
the squirrels I call my own
frolicking around at play
outside my simple home
The enchantment of a sunset
each evening comes to call
end of day's perfect show
you may never see at all
Perhaps you'd see me plain
with simple clothes and worn
overlook my grateful heart
for the simple things I adorn
If things are hard to find
much like where you have been
beauty lies within the heart
close your eyes and look again
My simple life of treasures
is more than gold can buy
you'll never know paradise
if you pass me by
© Susie Swanson, 2018
Your poem blessed me today, Susie. Thank you for sharing your heart.
ReplyDeleteThank you Karen and your post was surely an inspiration to me.
DeleteHi, Susie. Lovely picture and poem.
ReplyDeleteHi Janet, nice to see you and thank you so much.
DeleteSusie, the longer I live - the more I know the simple things are the best. I see so many people with more than heart could wish, yet they're not happy. It's good to have a grateful heart!
ReplyDeleteI agree Elaine and I've always felt like you. God gives us our needs and for me it's the simple things.
DeleteSusie, I love the picture of the little house and I love the poem. To me there's nothing prettier than an old worn house with flowerbeds out front. It shows someone inside loves that little house. Blessings, xoxo, Susie
ReplyDeleteThank you Susie. I love old houses as well and have always wondered what stories they could tell. And I'm curious about who planted those flowers too. Blessings to you.
DeleteSusie, I was raised in a little house that didn't look this good. But it was home and God's presence was there along with hard working parents. Mama couldn't have pretty flowers because there was no fence around the yard to keep the cows away and the hens roamed everywhere too. I do remember she planted some flowers in the garden though.
ReplyDeleteYour memories sound so much like mine. Mama had plenty of chickens but she sure did love her flowers as well. Thank you.
DeleteThis is such a sweet, heartfelt poem, Susie. The simple life really is the best one. I really enjoyed this post.
ReplyDeleteThank you Connie and it sure is.
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