It’s only a short ways from the barn

To my home kitchens front door

N’other days journey into night

Song birds atop still bare branches

Chirping clear this early spring eve

The woods and hills surround us

Gorgeous sunsets down the west

What blessing be a spot naturally

More familiar to seasons change

Have beaten way down the years

Lay close to beauty in its divinity

The quietness and the simple life

A place to fill and a role to make

A heritage to be handed down

When all people worship side by side

Each persons better half awakens