And there were strawberries, currants, grapes and more And one could move in silence through the corn. The garden was a child's delightful store And special was the waking in the morn
When one could feast upon the beauty of the earth. My father planted a banquet for each child. I remember him and all his moments of mirth Who understood his children could be wild
But nurtured them with a strong yet silent love. The house was small but fitted to our size, A treasure trove where we could safely move And our mother's dishes were the greatest prize!
They are gone now to realms we cannot know And eventually in joy I too shall go.
Poems Undated (1727)
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