My Gabled Roof - Poem by sarah stites
I see myself when I'm old and gray,
sitting on the porch of my gabled roof.
Looking across the long grass that
sways in the breeze,
beyond the tulips, wild roses,
and dancing lilies.
I see the newest addition of foals,
frolicking in the gentle
wind and raindrops of spring.
I see the fruit trees forming
this year's crop.
I see the strand of young trees
forming their new leaves
to shade the seasonal creek.
I see the geese and ducks swimming
in the spring-fed pond
where a large bass just made
its own ripples amongst the newly
I see a swarm of colors including
and pecking with their rooster,
scratching up the
insects in the newly planted garden,
reminding me that I forgot to
close the gate again.
I look to the left and see all the
newborn calves laying
about and sleeping off the sun.
I look to the right and see where
some goats have mingled amongst
the sheep that surround the closed
in nut trees, realizing now which
ones I need to cull out.
I look back upon the porch of
which I am sitting,
thinking that the break is over
and it's time to get back
I smell the different flavor of
odors that fill the air.
I know that this is my perfect life,
sitting on the
porch of my gable roof.
Then I awake.
I realize that this was all just a dream.
Or was it?
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