A Place of My Own

A Little Light Poem for a Rainy Day

I think I’d like to sew –
and maybe knit,
In a small little house 
off the road,
Past the city.
A small little house,
A place of my own.
I imagine trees,
And a river,
Maybe it’s big,
And I’d build myself a boat, 
And maybe it’s small,
And I’d build myself a bridge.
It would be so nice,
to sit on the porch in the summer,
and in the kitchen when it snows,
And I would learn to knit,
And I would learn to sew.