To own the hearth and stool and all!
The heaped-up sods upon the fire,
The pile of turf against the wall!
To have a clock with weights and chains
And pendulum swinging up and down!
A dresser filled with shining delph,
Speckled and white and blue and brown!
I could be busy all the day
Clearing and sweeping hearth and floor,
And fixing on their shelf again
My white and blue and speckled store!
I could be quiet there at night
Beside the fire and by myself,
Sure of a bed, and loath to leave
The ticking clock and the shining delph!
Och! but I'm weary of mist and dark,
And roads where there's never a house or bush
And tired I am of bog and road
Amid the crying wind and the lonesome hush!
And I am praying to God on high.
And I am praying Him night and day,
For a little house — a house of my own —
Out of the wind's and the rain's way.
~ by Padraic Colum, Ireland
poem titled: An Old Woman of the Roads
quoted in this book, a favorite of mine
Photo: A one-room cabin we found while driving in the North Carolina Blue Ridge Mountains