For twelve long years we lived upon
A hobby farm so fair ...
The barn, the trees, the acreage,
Effervescence in the air.
We tended and we sheltered all that
Nature chose to share;
We were so blessed to have such kinship
For the time we're there.
From wild coyotes, fox and wolf,
To ever-present deer;
To pheasants, jays and herrings
Such a wide assortment there.
We fed the chickadees and finch,
Who feasted in the spring,
And with delight, spot grosbeaks,
Or an indigo bunting.
The many squirrels and chipmunks,
Caught the morsels that would drop,
And give such entertainment
For the feeders they would hop.
The hummingbirds were bountiful,
And what a sight to see;
Their winged acrobatics were
So graceful and so free.
Alas ... our time grew dim in this,
Our paradise so rare;
For work and family grew to be
Priorities to share.
The farmhouse that we tended
And re-built from start to end;
Still needed more attention than,
We had the time to give.
The drive to work devoured
Several hours of each day;
We found no energy was left
To ponder or to play.
And so with mixed emotions,
We moved back to city life;
Back to the concrete jungle where
We'll have much more our time.
And though I'll miss my paradise,
And all the joy it brought,
I'm thankful for the place we found,
The new life that we've got.
For as we packed the boxes on
That sturdy moving truck;
I was amazed at how I felt,
The feelings that had struck.
Before me in a metal box,
Were all our earthly wares,
But they were just materials ...
They were not what we cared.
We laughed as we pulled out the drive,
And said "If they get lost,
And don't deliver us these things,
We could not care their cost".
For memories are what we have,
To bring to our new home;
They are the greatest treasures,
Of the life that we have known.
Each home is a container for
The ones who live within;
They shelter, guard, protect you
From the elements, but then ...
They're more than this, for I believe
The essence of a home,
Absorbs the great emotions
Of the spirits it has known.
And what we've found we've left behind
But taken "with" us too ...
Are happy walls of memories
That simply grew and grew.
They could not fit into a box,
They live within my heart;
And now I'll pack more into it ...
For this "new" life we'll start.