Saturday, March 12, 2011

Just A Little House

An Old Woman Of The Roads.

O, TO have a little house!
To own the hearth and stool and all!
The heaped up sods upon the fire,
The pile of turf against the wall!

To have a clock with weights and chains
And pendulum swinging up and down!
A dresser filled with shining delph,
Speckled and white and blue and brown!

I could be busy all the day
Clearing and sweeping hearth and floor,
And fixing on their shelf again
My white and blue and speckled store!

I could be quiet there at night
Beside the fire and by myself,
Sure of a bed and loth to leave
The ticking clock and the shining delph!

Och! but I'm weary of mist and dark,
And roads where there's never a house nor bush,
And tired I am of bog and road,
And the crying wind and the lonesome hush!

And I am praying to God on high,
And I am praying Him night and day,
For a little house—a house of my own—
Out of the wind's and the rain's way.

~Padraic Colum 1881 - 1972


Stella Jones said...

A very pretty cottage and poem to go with it. I think I've seen them before, but that's o.k. They are both so delightful.
Have a peaceful weekend.

Steven Cain said...


Babs said...

What a darling little house with foxgloves by the window and roses climbing the wall. I could live peacefully there. Thanks and have a nice Sunday.

Sharon said...

Probably a lot of people, looking for the same thing. It's kind of sad, but still pleasant for the dreams.

黄清华 Wong Ching Wah said...

Wonderful cottage and imaginations ...

Anonymous said...

Enjoyed seeing and reading!

Barbara Anne said...

Bliss! This poem and lovely picture remind me to be very thankful for my little house out of the wind's and the rain's way. No delft here, but there are a myriad of other pretty things that I love!


DJan said...

Thank you for the kind comment on my blog, and I also love your picture and poem. Hugs to you.

Patsy said...

lovely house and garden.

Louise said...

What a sad little poem. Wakes you up a bit though, doesn't it? Makes you realize how lucky you are to have all of the blessings you have.

Country Gal said...

Lovely poem and photo.
Have a great day .

Verde Farm said...

Oh so beautiful...Sigh.

Yvonne said...

That is a very, very sad poem; and reminds me of how blessed I am to be comfortable and safe in my own home, even if I sometimes think it isn't big enough. Small is wonderful compared to nothing at all.

L. D. said...

I really like the cottage style. Your poem is a good one. We watched the last cd of Lord of the Rings and I get so sad even though it such a great story. The ending is different for me each time I watch it.

Michael said...

I just want to go snuzzle down in that house right about now. :)