Sunday, March 28, 2010
My Heart Can Understand
I do not wish to gather fame or fortune,
I am content with what each morning brings,
My place in life is small and not noteworthy,
I’m happiest among the quiet things.
The garden swing at twilight is my blessing,
The smell of roses and the song of birds…
The pines against the evening sky are patterned
In colors far too beautiful for words.
My house is warm with friends and filled with music,
A favorite book is always close at hand,
A cup of tea, an open fire…daydreaming…
These are the things my heart can understand.
Carol Besset Hayman