By chance, it seems I came across
a cottage in a wood.
Many a day I passed close by,
not knowing where it stood.
Perhaps the home of keepers past,
whose woodland children knew,
Its seasons and its secrets
as year by year they grew.
A thousand years from now will show
an ancient family home,
A lifetime’s loves and memories
encroaching trees entomb.
“These woods are lovely, dark and deep,
and I have promises to keep.”
Perhaps, who knows, when these are done,
a home like this, a hallowed one,
In woods as lovely dark and deep
with no more promises to keep,
The Autumn of our lives we’ll share,
expressed at last a lifetime’s care.
Acknowledgement to Robert Frost
