Saturday, October 11, 2014

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


DeniseinVA said...

A poem I truly love as I do that beautiful collection of yours. Have a great weekend Jo.

Rebecca said...

Perfection! Blue & white & little houses......

DJan said...

I can always count on finding a beautiful spot to stop and enjoy on your blog, Jo. Thank you. :-)

Lady Jane said...

Love your houses and the poem really fits your post.

Susie said...

Jo, I like this little poem. Makes me think of when I was a kid. Blessings, xoxo,Susie

Denise said...

Wonderful poem and I love Your collection of cottages.My kind of thing : )