There was a farm
I used to visit there
The lady of the house
Made the sweetest things
Of crisp golden brown
On a few acres of land
Tended with the loving care
In her scarlet dress
Gather herbs in the garden
For the early morning guest
Memories enough to go around
And more for the rest
Its not there anymore
A long time ago
On the hill above
Looking out
Where it once stood
With the heart's memories
Distressed
You can see
What use to be
The happiness sounds
Aroma's of love
That were prepare
I miss that lady
In the scarlet dress
Showing posts with label cooking. Show all posts
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Saturday, December 13, 2008
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