Just A Little House Beside The Lake. Poem by Sandra Kavanagh Josefsson

Just a little house beside the lake
is where I want to live
Where the mountains touch the sky
and show the beauty that they give.
Where the water is so blue and icy clear.
Where the goats run down the hills and
where the poppies bloom so near.

Where each day is filled with laughter
and each night with sheer delight.
The land of the midnight sun
in the summer, no need for candlelight.

And in the winter to curl up with a book,
the embers of the fire,
dance brightly with every look,
and with every known desire.

Yes to the little house beside the lake
where time stood still.
Where home will be and always will.

Verse: Sandra Kavanagh (c) .