My humble little cottage
At the end of a lane so plain
Now abundantly filled with bloom
Resplendent from the rain
Amongst the vines and petals there
The lampposts stand so tall
And light the way so warmly
To welcome one and all
Won't you come to visit me
And won't you be my friend
I'm just down the lane a bit
The cottage at the end.
By Janeane Bolton © 2002
JaneaneBolton@sbcglobal.net