Foam edged scallops pattern the sand
As the sea comes to meet the land,
Not with a rush of waves on the lee
But quiet and silver...so restful to see.
I love you old house, I can't say just why ...
So snug on the knoll, outlined 'gainst the sky.
The charm of you shape, the old lovely trees,
Sun making sparkling diamonds on ripples of the sea
As it rushes making soothing sounds, while breaking on the lea.
Seagulls resting on a rock like white patterns of a quilt,
While Orca whales go "blowing" by, and boaters should feel guilt
It's time for "Fall,s" approaching, and leaves have fallen low,
Making a "Rust Colored Carpet", on all the lawns below.
It's time to reap the harvest of lost of food to ear,
When ground is bare and frozen, we all have such a treat to have "Fruits of our Labor", and other foods for health.